Then turned, after fair leave-taking, Volker the valiant thane.
Into the land of Bavaria over the Danube they won,
And fast and far went the tidings of the long lines riding on,
And the many unknown faces. Where stand a cloister’s walls,
And where the broad Inn-river into the Danube falls,
There in the city of Passau a great prince-bishop abode.
From their homes, yea, forth from the palace the folk streamed out to the road
Whereby those guests through Bavaria-land came riding in.
There met was Kriemhild the lovely by the bishop Pilgerin.
Glad were the knights Bavarian to look on that winsome sight,