Suddenly fell two mountains—and I saw thee never again!
If now from me thou departest, it shall be for mine uttermost pain.”
Then cast he his arms about her, the utter-faithful and dear,
And essayed with loving kisses that fairest of women to cheer.
This was their last leave-taking: lo, he is gone from her bower.
Alas and alas, never living she beheld him from that hour!
So the King rode forth to the wood-lawns that the forest’s arms enfold,
Seeking the hunter’s pastime, and many a baron bold
With Gunther rode and his liegemen. Two only were lacking there,
Twain in the city that tarried, Gernot and Giselher.