Then spake the noble Dietrich:
“It fits not heroes good
To rail at one another
as any old wives would.
You, Hildebrand, forbid I
to wrangle any more:
On me, a homeless warrior,
are weighing troubles sore.
Then spake the noble Dietrich:
“It fits not heroes good
To rail at one another
as any old wives would.
You, Hildebrand, forbid I
to wrangle any more:
On me, a homeless warrior,
are weighing troubles sore.