So Giselher was herald, that young and comely thane.
Blithely Giselher hasted, and the lad to his mother cried
And his sister, where in their bower these twain sat side by side:
“Siegfried the Netherland hero hither to us is come!
Gunther my brother hath sent him to us in our Rhineland home!
Tidings to us he bringeth of the King your brother’s plight.
Now send him word of your pleasure that he come into your sight.
The story of all that in Iceland was done unto us he brings.”
—But he left to another to comfort those sorrowing Daughters of Kings.
They ran to their tiring-bower, they donned their richest array,