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.