The head of a Daughter of Princes—though a crown make the little great!”
By this betwixt those ladies exceeding stern was the hate.
Fiercely made answer Brunhild: “Wouldst not for a vassal be known?
Then of sore need must thou sever thyself with thy train from mine own,
When subject and Queen in procession on to the minster go.”
“Of a truth,” laughed scornfully Kriemhild, “doubt not but it shall be so!”
“Now array yourselves, my maidens,” to her damsels Kriemhild cried.
“Let see if unshamed I may not within this land abide!
Be it seen to-day if ye have not royal-rich attire.
Soon shall the lie be given to herself by Brunhild the liar!”