“Exceedingly do I marvel whither my lord is gone,
Who out of my clasping fingers his hands even now hath drawn!”
Then her wonder fell to silence. But he hasted to Gunther’s door,
And bearing the lamps the pages were standing therebefore.
In their hands all suddenly quenched he the lights that the chamberlains bare;
And Gunther knew by the token that now was Siegfried there.
Well knew he what was his purpose: he sent forth thence each one,
Each handmaid and dame of the chamber: so soon as his hest was done,
That noble King with his own hand shut the bower-door fast,
And strong bolts twain right swiftly through the iron staples passed.