And into the presence of Kriemhild did the guests for farewell come,
And unto the foot of the high-seat whereon sat Uta the Queen.
Ne’er in such gracious fashion were guests sped forth, I ween.
Now void were the city’s hostels, as forth of the gates they rode;
Yet still in the land Burgundian in royal state abode
The King with all his kinsfolk in the midst of a knightly train,
And each day in the presence of Kriemhild appeared each noble thane.
Then Siegfried the hero petitioned, “I pray you, let me depart”;
For his hope waxed faint of winning her who was queen of his heart:
And the King heard tell of his purpose, that thence he would fare straightway.