But she answered: “My dear lord Siegmund, with thee I may not ride.
Nay, here with mine own must I tarry, what issue soever betide.
In my grief and my wrong to my kinsfolk for comfort and help must I look.”
When this was told them, the tidings ill could the good knights brook.
With one voice cried they against it: “Our plight may we surely deplore
That on us hath affliction lighted now as never before!
If here in the land Burgundian thou with our foes wilt abide,
Never have heroes ridden to an eviller festal-tide!”
But she answered: “In God’s good keeping shall ye fearlessly journey home.
I will get for you trusty escort for your warding until ye be come