Small need was to urge them: raiment they sought out rich and rare.
Swiftly radiant in splendour stood matron and maiden there.
Now with the train of her handmaids paced to the minster the Queen—
But lo, cometh Kriemhild the lovely, a very glory-sheen,
With maidens three-and-forty, which had fared with her unto Rhine:
In loveliest loomwork, woven in Araby, did they shine.
So royally swept the maidens up to the minster-door;
And for her the vassals of Siegfried were waiting therebefore.
Then looked the people, and marvelled for what cause this befell
That they saw the Queens from each other sundered, and none could tell