Then Giselher the young prince provided them escort fair.
So led he unvexed of any the hearts overburdened with care,
Even the King and his good knights, back to their Netherland home.
Ah, with how little rejoicing their kinsmen beheld them come!
Touching all that befell them thereafter the old song holdeth its peace:
But at Worms was the plaining of Kriemhild heard without surcease
That her heart and her wounded spirit had no comforter,
Save one, the loving and faithful, her brother Giselher.
But there sat Brunhild the lovely enthroned in her arrogant pride.
Little she recked of Kriemhild as from depths of despair she cried.