And this upon the finger of her fair white hand he fitted.
Then far off were driven the many woes that late her life had greeted.
[1650]
Hartmut around fair Hildeburg then his arms did throw;
Each on the hand of the other did a golden ring bestow.
The lovely maid was blameless, and sorrow gave him never;
Of him and of fair Hildeburg nothing their faithful hearts thro’ life could sever.
[1651]
Then said Queen Hilda’s daughter: “Herwic, my lord most dear,
Say, does the land of your fathers lie to us so near