A Queen!—it was Brunhild the lovely. A crown on her brow she bare
As a queen in her king’s dominions—ah, stately she was and fair!
For the banquet were seats rich-carven, broad tables goodly to see
Laden with plenty, as singeth the ancient minstrelsy.
Of all the due of the feasters there lacked not anything.
Sat many a noble baron in the presence of the King.
Then entered the chamberlains bringing in basons golden-red
For the hands of the guests bright water—all vainly his labour were sped
Who would say that courtlier service was rendered ever on earth
At a prince’s feast—I would reckon his word as nothing-worth.