XXI.
Of Kriemhild’s journeying to the Land of the Huns

Let us suffer those heralds onward to ride:—let the minstrel sing

How rode that Daughter of Princes through the land far-journeying,

And where at the last she parted from Gernot and Giselher.

In loyalty and honour had these twain holpen her.

When they came where looks over Danube Bergen’s citadel,

Then at the last those heroes must bid the Queen farewell,

For that backward unto the Rhineland now must they turn the rein.

When the near and dear so parted could none from tears refrain.

Then Giselher to his sister spake one parting word: