Throughout the night they rested, till dawn of the coming…

Throughout the night they rested, till dawn of the coming day. To Ortwin Wâ-te and Fru-te each his mind did say; Talking aside on the seashore, many a threat was spoken Against their Norman foemen, who into the Hegeling castle erst had broken.

“Men must we now be sending,” to them young Ortwin said, “Who shall tidings bring us, if they be not yet dead, About my long-lost sister and many a homeless maiden; For when on them I’m thinking, my heart is heavy, oft with sorrow laden.”

Together they bethought them, whom they hence should send, By whom the news they wished for might with truth be gained, And who could tell them rightly where to find the maiden; By them, too, must the errand on which they came, from foes be wisely hidden.

Then spake the youthful Ortwin, who from Ortland came, A faithful knight as any: “Myself for the search I name; The maid, Gu-drun, is my sister, child of my father and mother; Of all, however worthy, am I more fit to go than any other.”

Then spake the kingly Herwic: “I too will go with thee; To live or die I am ready, seeking the maid to free. To you she is a sister, but to me for a wife they gave her; To her am I ever faithful, nor for a day uncared-for will I leave her.”

Then quoth Wâ-te angrily: “’Tis childish thus to speak, Brave and chosen warriors: such risks you should not seek, And this for truth I tell you. Spurn you not my warning; Should you be found by Hartmut, you’ll on his gallows hang, your rashness mourning.”

To him King Herwic answered: “Though good or ill betide, Friends should aye be friendly, standing side by side. I and my friend, young Ortwin, will ne’er the task give over, Whatever shall befall us, and search will make till we Gu-drun recover.”

When now upon this errand both were bent to go, They sent for friends and kinsfolk, and did their wishes show. They bade them to be faithful, and said the oaths then taken Must never be forgotten, and they who went must never be forsaken.

“Of your pledges I remind you,” the youthful Ortwin said: “If we, by foemen taken, should be in bondage led, You with gold must free us, and so our bonds must loosen; Lands must you sell and castles, nor ever sorrow feel that thus you’ve chosen.

“And, warriors brave, now hearken to what we more will say; If foes our life begrudge us, and us in fight shall slay, Be not our death forgotten, let it on them be wroken: Your swords in Hartmut’s kingdom must make your daring there be loudly spoken.

“This we further bid you, my good and well-born knights: E’en though, with toil the hardest, every warrior fights, Let not those homeless maidens be by you forsaken; Until the strife is settled, let not their hope and trust in you be shaken.”

Their faith then freely pledging, each gave to the king his hand; And all the best among them swore that home and land They nevermore would look on, but still afar would tarry, Until again to their homesteads they from the Norman land the maids should carry.

All of them were faithful, but yet were weeping sore; They feared the hate of Ludwig, and ills for them in store. That they could send no others they were deeply mourning; And all were sadly thinking, “No one now can death from them be turning.”