So touching this your petition will I tell you mine intent.”
And the valiant barons of Hunland thereto must needs consent.
So when in hall and hostel lodged and feasted they were,
That noble Lady commanded to send to her Giselher,
And withal her mother Uta; and to these twain did she say:
“No life save weeping and mourning remaineth to me for aye!”
Spake Giselher her brother: “Sister, mine heart foresees—
And I count it herein true prophet—that thy pangs and thy miseries
In King Etzel’s love shall vanish: if thou share his life and his throne,
Let who will speak against it, meseems it shall well be done.