Even to tell King Etzel that Rüdiger would bring
The noble Lady Kriemhild, won to be wife to the King.
(C) Swiftly the heralds onward rode; ay, well was their need,
Alike for the winning of honour and the good-news’ bearer’s meed;
And when they came to the home-land, and that glad word was told,
Never, I ween, had Etzel been so joyful-souled.
(C) In guerdon for these fair tidings Etzel the King bade give
Such costly gifts to the heralds, that they might thereafter live
Through all their days in joyance, yea, to the hour of their death,
For afar had his trouble and anguish been driven upon love’s breath.