With none save with twelve companions will I unto Gunther’s land.
Thus far and no further, my father, mine emprise shall ye aid,
That my knights be in bright-hued vesture and grey furs costly arrayed.”
Unto Siegelind his mother were the tidings borne anon,
And the queen brake forth into weeping for her well-beloved son:
“If he meet the hosts of Gunther, he is lost unto me!” she said.
Then wept that daughter of princes as women weep for the dead.
But Siegfried the knight beheld her weeping, and came to her side
With speech of loving comfort, and blithe of heart he cried:
“Nought hast thou to do with weeping, dear lady and queen, for my sake.