And with these they bare from the city many a precious thing,
Even jewels and gems, that the maidens would wear in their journeying;
—Yet still by the dread overshadowed of Hagen’s might were they;—
And a thousand marks for masses yet by Kriemhild lay:
For the peace of the soul of Siegfried she gave them as love’s last due.
And Rüdiger thought: “This woman is faithful and loving and true.”
Then spake that Lady of Sorrows: “Who love me yet so well
That for me they be willing as strangers in a strange land to dwell?
Who now will companion my journey, unto Etzel’s land as I ride?
Let them take of my gold, and purvey them horses, and raiment provide.”