The Lord of the Marches, Gere, led Kriemhild’s steed by the rein
To the fortress-gate, no farther: Siegfried the noble thane
Should render her service thereafter—how queenly and lovely she shone!
Well was his service requited by the maiden’s love anon.
Ortwein the noble, the dauntless, led onward Uta the Queen,
And, each by a lady riding, was many a knight there seen.
Unto festal welcoming rode they, plain for all folk to see.
Never was seen of ladies so goodly a company!
In front of Kriemhild the lovely, through all the merry way
Those far-famed heroes jousted in gentle and joyous play: