They arrayed them against the traitor, and said, “He shall surely die!”
With one voice cried they together: “A wicked deed hath he done!”
From their anger he needs must hide him for a space, till again he won
The princes’ pardon and favour, and they yielded to let him live.
But henceforth was he hated of Kriemhild with the hate that will never forgive.
For now with a new affliction her heart was wrung once more:—
First took they the life of her husband, and now these traitors tore
From her hands her possessions! Her mourning was never at a stay
Through all the space of her life-tide unto her latest day.
From the hour of the death of Siegfried—behold, this witness is true—