Never then could the maidens an end of weeping make:
Now by the hand he took them, and to Hettel they were given;
He asked for them his kindness, since from their homes they sadly had been riven.
[558]
Then said he to his daughter: “So well the crown now wear,
That neither I nor your mother the tale shall ever hear
That men ill-will do bear you. High your lot has raised you,
And you of blame were worthy, if when men spoke your name they never praised you.”
[559]
Low bowed to the king wild Hagen, and kissed his child again.