And is all that intrusted to your youth?
If I am dear to you, if you have not
Forgotten that one mother nourished us,
Ride after them.
GISELHER.
They're long since in the wood.
GERENOT.
And then thou hast one brother with him, now,
KRIEMHILD.
I beg of you!
GISELHER.
We must collect the arms,
As thou shalt see.
[Starts to go.]