Unto Giselher came the forlorn one, and to him she made her moan.
She cried: “O brother belovèd, thou shouldst take thought for me:
A warder and protector of my life and my wealth shouldst thou be!”
He answered: “Yea, of a surety thy right shall of me be maintained
When we return—for a journey hath been for thy brethren ordained.”
Then Gunther the King and his kinsmen rode forth of Burgundia-land,
Even all that were best and noblest among them, a princely band.
But to work the will of his hatred Hagen tarried alone,
His undying hatred of Kriemhild: that he did, for her hurt was it done.
For ere that the great King Gunther homeward returned again,