Who never before in their life-tide clad in such splendour went.
But when Queen Brunhild heard it, was she passing ill-content.
She arose and she spake unto Gunther the King: “I dare well say
That nought is like to be left me of all my fair array
Through your chamberlain’s reckless dealing: he squandereth all my gold!
Whosoever should bridle his folly, to him were I thankful-souled.
Yon thane, he dreameth, quotha!—such rich gifts doth he give—
I have sent unto Death to take me! Nay, still am I minded to live.
And as for the gold of my fathers, myself can waste it, I trow.
Steward so open-handed never had queen ere now!”