“Wherein unto me is the peril? Thyself hath thine arrogance snared!
To summon me to render homage to thee hast thou dared!
This one thing know of a surety—I grieve, but the cause art thou—
All trust and friendship is ended between us for ever now.”
Brake Brunhild forth into weeping: but Kriemhild tarried no more,
And before the wife of Gunther she entered the minster-door,
She and her train. Most bitter hate did her words beget.
Therefrom bright eyes full many were grief-overclouded and wet.
For all the solemn service, and the holy chant and song,
That hour of worship to Brunhild lasted all too long;