Now knights that in ladies’ service be perfect, have work enow.
To meet and to greet his lady rode on Bechlaren’s Lord:
Right glad was the noble Gotlind to hail the lost restored
Whole and unharmed from the Rhineland and from peril of the way.
Vanished her fear and her sorrow as a dream at the dawning of day.
So when she had given him welcome, “I pray thee light,” said he,
“On the grass with thy bower-maidens, all these which have followed thee.”
Then in knightly courtesy busy was many a high-born thane
Which waited with eager service on the ladies of her train.
Then looked the Lady Kriemhild, and beheld the Margravine