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So wide around the tidings bound / That Ranild's prisoner taken; / Had he been aware how it would fare / He had not Hielm forsaken. / The death of woe, spaed long ago, / They'll wreak on him now, I reckon.
Into the hall steps Ranild tall, / And withouten trepidation; / Bids his Lord good bye, and the chivalry / Who have at court their station. / O, Lord Christ! be each man kept free / From misfortune and tribulation.