With none save comrades eleven he came before the Queen,
And with worshipful honour was welcomed: never princelier envoys were seen.
They bade them unto the high-seats, even him and his knightly train.
The while in the presence of Kriemhild stood the margraves twain,
The noble knights and valiant, Eckwart and Gere withal.
But by reason of Kriemhild’s sorrow heavy of cheer were they all.
Sat in their Lady’s presence many a comely maid;
But never the flood of the weeping and mourning of Kriemhild was stayed.
Her raiment over her bosom was wet with the hot tears’ flow.
And the noble Lord of the Marches beheld, and grieved in her woe.