Never from wrongs of kindred such bitter grief had he won!
Forerunners to tell of their coming betimes far onward they sent:
Then riding forth to meet them all splendour-gleaming went
Many a friend of Uta and vassal of Gunther the King:
With looking for that guest-meeting his heart was hungering.
Then went he and spake unto Brunhild, where sat the Queen in her bower:—
“When hither thou camest, how welcomed my sister thee in that hour?
So will I the wife of Siegfried should be welcomed now of thee.”
“That will I gladly,” she answered, “of right is she dear unto me.”
Thereunto the great King answered: “To-morrow betimes come they.