This charge my lord hath given, that I woo him another bride,
Inasmuch as Helka the lovely, the wife of his youth, hath died.
Therefore to win for him Kriemhild now to the Rhine ride I;
And she, if she will, mid the Hunfolk shall be throned in empery.”
“God grant it may fall,” said Gotlind, “according to this thy word!
A tale of such glory and honour of that lady have we heard,
She might comfort our hearts for Helka whom we lost in the days bygone:
We might well mid the Hunfolk gladly behold her set on the throne.”
Answered the Lord of the Marches: “Heart’s dearest, lady mine,
These friends that with me be riding from this land on to the Rhine—