That his son and the Daughter of Uta full soon at his gates should be seen,
Kriemhild the Fair, from the City of Worms, from the Rhine-stronghold.
Never could welcomer tidings in the ears of these be told.
“Happy am I,” cried Siegmund, “that I live to see the day
When in this land Kriemhild the Lovely shall be crowned for royal sway!
Henceforth shall my father’s kingdom yet higher in honour stand,
For now shall my son, my Siegfried, himself be king of the land.”
Then Siegelind gave to the heralds for vesture the velvet red
And the massy gold and the silver, their guerdon for tidings sped.
She joyed beyond words for the story, she had gotten her heart’s desire.