And in many a fair-dight chamber by Rüdiger were they bestowed.
The Margravine’s fair daughter drew with her maidens nigh
To the palace-portal, and welcomed the Queen right lovingly,
And there by her side did her mother, the wife of Rüdiger, stand;
And maidens to bower-maidens outstretched the welcoming hand,
And two by two they drew them with fingers that lovingly clung
To a wide hall stately-builded, with tapestries fair-hung.
Afront of the windows the Danube-river flowed below.
There sat they in merry converse, and felt the cool breeze blow.
Of all that befell as they tarried the minstrel may not sing: