The poor Gu-drun was blithesome, as we have said before

The poor Gu-drun was blithesome, as we have said before, That soon her friendly kinsmen she would see once more. The maidens sat together, with playful talk now gladdened; Whoever looked upon them might gain a happy heart, however saddened.

“’Tis well for me,” said Ortrun, “that I have lived till now, When as the wife of Hartmut you here yourself will show. To one who loves my brother gladly will I give her The crown of my mother, Gerlind, that I of right should wear did I outlive her.”

“Ortrun, may God reward you,” thus the maiden spake; “Whatever you shall bid me, that will I do for your sake. You have bewept so often the sorrows I was bearing, From you will I ne’er be sundered, and every day shall you my love be sharing.”

Then with maiden wiliness spake the fair Gu-drun: “Now you ought, Sir Hartmut, to send out runners soon, Through all the Norman kingdom, to give to friends your bidding, As many as will hear it, to come to your palace now, to see our wedding.

“When peace is in your borders, this to you I say, Before your host of warriors I will wear the crown one day. How many he has who woos me thus shall I be knowing; Then before your liegemen myself and all my kin will I be showing.”

The maid in truth was crafty; from the castle on that day A hundred men or over did Hartmut send away. So, when the Hegeling fighters should for him be seeking, Fewer foes should meet them: for this was Gu-drun their going thence bespeaking.