That the guests might drink, and “Welcome!” they bade them by word and sign.
The Lord of the place in his castle dwelt there, Astolf hight:
On the road to the Easterlings’ country he set their feet aright:
Over against Mautaren by the Danube runs that road.
There worshipful observance to the great Queen all folk showed.
Of his sister’s daughter the bishop took loving farewell there.
That long she might live and prosper how earnest was his prayer,
And might for herself earn honour as Helka of yore had done!
Ha, what high honour and worship in the hearts of the Huns she won!
So they came in a little season unto the Traisem’s flow,