That nothing of peril harm him afar in Brunhild’s land.”
And the hero pledged him, and swore it on the Lady Kriemhild’s hand.
And he spake, that noble war-thane: “So long as endure my days,
No shadow of trouble, Princess, shall fall across thy ways.
I will bring him back into Rhineland—I swear it by life and limb!—
By peril unscathed.” Low bowed she with soft eyes thanking him.
Their shields with the red gold gleaming down to the shore bare they;
And they laid withal in the galley their goodly war-array;
And aboard men led their horses: on the decks now stand their feet—
O me, what bitter weeping brake forth from maidens sweet!