Then stepped the Lady Kriemhild forward with queenly grace,
And she greeted the Lady Brunhild and her train with loving face.
Men saw white hands from their foreheads the coronals softly move,
As each fair queen kissed other in token of knitting of love.
Then sweet spake Kriemhild the maiden, the child of a royal line:
“Into this our land Burgundian welcome be thou and thine
Unto me and to my mother, and to all this loyal crowd
Of liegemen and kinsfolk,” With stately grace Queen Brunhild bowed.
Ofttimes with arms enfolding those lovely ladies clung;—
Of such loving welcome aforetime hath never minstrel sung