Yet certes the knights of Kriemhild at such long tarrying
Murmured, for now were they chafing that so slowly the goal was won.
What gallant knights from Bechlaren thereafter escorted them on!
Service the Margrave tendered most loving and manifold.
Then gave that Daughter of Princes twelve armlets of red gold
Unto the daughter of Gotlind, and raiment lovely-wrought.
Into the land of Etzel none fairer had Kriemhild brought.
Albeit the gold of the Niblungs out of her hand had been reft,
Yet with the little treasure that still unto her was left
She won the hearts of all folk that looked upon her face.