It was robbers—

KRIEMHILD.

I know them well.

[She takes GISELHER and GERENOT by the hand.]

Thou wast not with them there!
Thou didst not go!

UTE.

But hear me!

RUMOLT.

Through the wood
We had been scattered; for it was his wish,
And 'tis our custom too. We found him dying
At our next meeting place.

KRIEMHILD.