Those dear-loved guests far-travelled, and with gracious lips to greet.
What heaped-up measure of honour in their hands to their guests did they bring!
Men thought that the Lady Brunhild had scarce such welcoming
At the hands of the Princess Kriemhild when she came to Burgundia-land.
Friends became some, that were erstwhile strangers, by clasp of hand.
By this came the band of warriors that rode at Siegfried’s side.
Men saw those ranks of heroes hitherward, thitherward ride
Through all the breadth of the lealand, a warrior-host untold:
There was no space clear from their thronging, and the clouds of dust uprolled.
When the Lord of the Land Burgundian looked upon Siegfried’s face