For of all those chosen champions was she the eyes’ desire.
Now scarce could Siegfried tarry till the mass was brought to an end,
And his heart still sang thanksgiving unto Fortune, unto the friend
Which had bowed unto him her favour whom shrined in his heart he bare:
Fast bound in loyal service was he to the Fairest Fair.
When again forth out of the minster after the mass she came,
Again to her presence was bidden that hero of far-sung fame.
Then the winsome-lovely maiden her thanks unto him outpoured
That so bravely beyond all others he helped when her brethren warred:
“Lord Siegfried, now God reward thee,” that Queen of Beauty said: