He said: “That pledge I gladly, and on it give my hand

He said: “That pledge I gladly, and on it give my hand; As soon as the king of Ortland shall with my sister stand, And both the crown have taken, then I, no more forbearing, Will, with lovely Hildeburg, among our men our lands and fiefs be sharing.”

When he his word had plighted, then said the high-born maid: “Now will I do gladly a further friendly deed; Unto the lord of Karadie for a wife will I be giving The sister of King Herwic, that she with him may evermore be living.”

I ween that never hatred was smoothed as now was done: Brave knights who long were foemen now became as one. Fru-te, the lord of Daneland, thought it right and fitting Soon to send for Ortwin; also the Moorland king must them be meeting.

When they to court were coming, finest clothes they wore. The news Gu-drun had told them others to Wâ-te bore; To Irold, too, they gave it, as soon as he came thither; This aside they talked of, and fitting speech long time they held together.

Then spake the aged Wâ-te: “Peace we can never know Until Ortrun and Hartmut to Hilda, the queen, shall go, And ask of her forgiveness, down at her feet low bending. Only if she allows it, can we be friends, and hatred have an ending.”

Then spake Gu-drun, the high-born: “This I can truly say: To them is she not unfriendly; Ortrun wears to-day Such clothes as by my mother to me and my maids were given. I’ll gladly gain forgiveness; in me they all may trust, from home now riven.”

Within a ring of maidens Ortrun then they set, And with her also Hildeburg, of birth both high and meet: Ortwin then and Hartmut led them out to wed them. “I hope,” said Lady Hilda, “that now, forever, we our friends have made them.”

When to his side young Ortwin did the maiden Ortrun bring, Lovingly and kindly, he took a golden ring, 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.

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.