Said one: “Your lady sent us; to you for help she turns

Said one: “Your lady sent us; to you for help she turns: Wasted are your castles; your lands the foeman burns. Gu-drun from thence is carried; her maidens, too, are taken: Never can your kingdom from all these woes and ills again awaken.

“This must I say, moreover, we are in straitest need; Now of your men and kindred a thousand there lie dead; And into far-off kingdoms have foes your riches carried; Your hoard of wealth is scattered: it shames good knights that thus your lands are harried.”

The king then bade them tell him who these deeds had done. One among them answered, and their names to him made known: “Ludwig was one, the Norman; with many knights he fought us; Hartmut, his son, was the other: ’twas they the inroad made, and havoc wrought us.”