No longer here shalt thou tarry; with me shall be thine home
At Lorsch in mine own palace: from weeping thou there shalt refrain.”
“Nay, where then,” answered Kriemhild, “shall I leave my lord who was slain?”
(C) “Even here,” said the Lady Uta, “by the minster in peace let him lie.”
“Now God in Heaven forbid it!” that true wife made reply.
“Nay, mother belovèd, never will I suffer it so to be.
Hence of a truth must mine husband be taken thither with me.”
(C) Therefore the sorrowful-hearted bade them unseal his grave.
To the noble bones of the Hero a resting-place they gave
At Lorsch beside the minster with honour manifold.