And the eyes of the old king Siegmund, what courtly and loving grace
Was his as he cried, “Be welcome to me, to my friends and my kin!
Well may we be glad-hearted at this your entering-in!”
“God guerdon you!” cried Siegmund, the old king honour-athirst.
“Since the day that my dear son Siegfried was won to your friend at the first,
Ever mine heart hath whispered, ‘Their faces must thou too see’.”
Spake Gunther, “Mine heart rejoiceth for that day risen on me.”
Such was the welcome of Siegfried, right worthy of such a lord.
With the love thereof and the honour were all hearts in accord:
This Gernot and Giselher bettered with their knightly courtesy.