Well know I, my dear-loved father thereto would gladly consent
To send me to thee into Hunland, to wait on my Lady there.”
How loyal could be that maiden, full well was Kriemhild ware.
All bridled waited the horses before the castle-port,
When the noble Queen had taken her leave in gracious sort
Of the wife of the Lord of the Marches and the fair young child at her side;
And with many a farewell spoken thence did the maidens ride.
Seldom indeed thereafter from that day forth met they!
Out of Medelick came the people, and stood beside the way
With many a golden goblet rich-wrought filled high with wine