She spake: “O brother belovèd, ’twere better that here ye stayed—
Yea, wiselier done I account it—and wooed some other maid
Where ye should not thus be enforcèd to hazard limb and life:
Ye should find in a land near-lying no less a high-born wife.”
Already their hearts foreboded the trouble darkening near.
All needs must weep, whatsoever words were spoken of cheer:
The gold on their bosoms gleaming grew dim with the hot tears stained,
With the tears that aye fell earthward from sorrowing eyes down-rained.
Then spake she: “O Lord Siegfried, to thy love and thy loyalty
Hereby do I commit him, this brother belovèd of me,