From the which up and down their vesture was a starry splendour thrown.
Their galley all unwarded they left, in the surf as it swayed.
So they rode to the castle-porchway, those heroes unafraid.
They marked towers six and eighty that crowned that fortress-wall,
Three palaces wide-builded, and a goodly feasting-hall:
It was wrought of the lordly marble, as the lealand grass it was green;
And therein amidst of her people sat a child of kings, the Queen.
Bars clanged and bolts shot backward, the gates of the burg swung wide.
Forth running to meet the strangers the knights of Brunhild hied,
And received them as guests be welcomed, into their Lady’s land;