But out spake he of Bechlaren, the fair Gotlinda’s lord:
“Nay, though ’neath the hand of Kriemhild lay all the treasure-hoard
That ever was brought aforetime out of the Niblungs’ land,
Nor I nor the Queen my Lady would touch the same with a hand.
Back let them take, let them keep it; for I thereof will naught.
Of mine own wealth out of my country such plenty have I brought,
That of this no whit for our journey shall we need, through the land as we fare.
Even we for our own wayfaring have gotten enough and to spare.”
Yet had her maidens already therefrom filled coffers twelve
Of gold the finest and purest that miner ever may delve.