Then for the King his brother did Giselher intercede.
(C) “Yea,” said she, “I needs must greet him, ye urge me so cruelly:
Yet so do ye make you partakers in Gunther’s sin against me.
He hath wrung my soul with anguish, who never wronged him yet!
My lips may grant him forgiveness, mine heart will never forget.”
(C) “Yet hereafter shall this be bettered,” whispered her kinsmen then.
If only the King by kindness may win her to smile again,
“He may yet by his love,” said Gernot, “fill all that void in her breast.”
Then again said the sorrow-burdened: “Behold, I grant your request:
I will meet the King, I will greet him.” The word unto Gunther they bring,