In such fashion will I contrive it, that Kriemhild must needs reply
Wherefore is tribute denied us by her lord thus year after year—
Yet is the man but our vassal! From searching I cannot forbear!”
(C) So she bided her time till the Devil whispered to her at the last
To wither the festal glory, and pleasure with pain to blast.
The serpent of jealousy coiling round her heart to the light must come;
And therefrom through many a kingdom spread desolation and doom.
XIV.
How the Queens spake bitter Words Each unto Other
It befell, ere it rang unto vespers, that the clash of joyous sport
Came up through the palace-casements from many a knight in the court