[1677]
No one now could reckon what store of clothing good
Was given by those from Moorland. There fine horses stood,
Soon to be given also,— such indeed is the saying:
Those who were to have them for better never hoped, nor e’er were praying.
[1678]
All were now made richer, both the young and old.
Then, too, was seen King Hartmut; nought would he withhold,
As though his home and kingdom had not in war been wasted:
They saw him give so freely, that greater love and kindness none e’er tasted.