From any man aforetime that would greet far-sundered friends,
As now unto you with his father the noble Siegfried sends.”
Then of the Lord of the Marches the King’s wife questioned and cried:
“Answer me, cometh Kriemhild? As of old is her beauty’s pride
And the grace of the queenly bearing that to her did of yore appertain?”
“O yea, of a surety she cometh,” made answer Gere the thane.
Then the herald at Uta’s bidding came before that Queen,
And now by her eager asking all in a moment was seen
Whereunto was her whole heart yearning—“How hath my child’s weal sped?”
And he said, “She is well, and she cometh ere many days be fled.”