That woman who dared flout Brunhild, and fill her heart with woe!
Let her weep, let her do as she listeth—I shall reck of it little enow.”
(C) Now as touching that selfsame fountain—if ye peradventure be fain
To learn where welleth the water whereby was Siegfried slain—
On the Odenwald’s fringe a village, hight Odenheim, doth lie:
Still floweth the stream—of a surety Siegfried died thereby.
XVII.
How Siegfried was Mourned and Buried
Till the even they waited; in darkness they crossed the Rhineflood then.
Never from eviller hunting came heroes home again!
That quarry was cause of lamenting unto many a noble wife: