So even there did she leave it. The livelong night till the day
With deep heart-searchings haunted on her bed that lady lay;
And her eyes, the starry-shining, from tears were never dry,
Till she rose, and passed to the mass-tide when the morning sun was high.
Now also unto the mass-tide were come those princes three;
And they took the hand of their sister, and spake to her lovingly,
Still counselling her unto marriage with the Lord of the Hunland folk:
But never the light of smiling o’er the face of sadness broke.
Then sent they for Etzel’s heralds once more to her presence to come—
For now from the land of Gunther would they fain be faring home