Hard by the Danube river in the land of the Easterlings lies
A burg that men name Tulna: there seen of Kriemhild’s eyes
Was many an alien custom uncouth and marvel-fraught.
There was she welcomed of many whose doom at the last she wrought.
Forerunners of King Etzel rode a vassal-company
Blithe-hearted, splendour-vestured, courtly and goodly to see,
Four and twenty princes, mighty and men of renown,
To look on their Queen: her presence of their heart’s desire was the crown.
Ramung, the great war-captain from far Wallachia-land,
To meet her rode; seven hundred were the warriors of his band.