For now would the ladies be passing to the hall where the feast was dight:
And the chamberlains bade all people avoid from their path forthright.
Cleared was the castle courtyard of armèd knight and steed.
Then each fair Queen to the feast-hall did the hand of a bishop lead,
As these passed in to the banquet before those war-kings twain:
And after them thronged to the high-seats many a chosen thane.
In high-wrought expectation by his wife’s side sat the King,
For aye did the promise of Siegfried within the heart of him sing.
Unto him that one day’s evening was as thirty days by seeming,
For still on the love of Brunhild his trancèd soul was dreaming.