English poem
To her then said Lord Herwic: “How can she be clad
by Mary Pickering Nichols (1829–1915)
To her then said Lord Herwic: “How can she be clad? The mighty lord of Karadie a waste of my kingdom made; There he burned my castles, and of her clothes bereft her.” Then said the king of Moorland: “Her would I woo, if only a smock were left her.”
To bring the maid then Herwic a hundred warriors sent; He bade his men to hasten when on their way they went. He begged that Wâ-te and Fru-te would with them go riding: This was to them a burden; but yet the worthy knights both did his bidding.
More by Mary Pickering Nichols
- To Fru-te thus she answered: “That gift is not for thee
- To her King Herwic answered: “This will I say to you
- To her the king thus answered: “That shall quickly be
- To her then said fair Hildeburg: “For me it were not well
- To him, the king of Sealand, great ill erelong was wrought
- To Irold and his kinsmen kind greeting Hilda said
- To meet her friend, old Wâ-te, went Gu-drun alone
- To our beleaguered foemen we nought of this must tell