And they come where hard beside them doth a stately pavilion stand:
All round was the whole plain covered with tents on every hand;
There guests after toil of their travel unto sweet rest now might win;
And many a winsome maiden the heroes led therein
Unto their Queen, where Kriemhild sat in splendour there
On a couch all costly-broidered; for the Margrave’s diligent care
Had ordered so its arraying that the tent was splendour-dight:
And the heart of the Hun-king Etzel was filled with deep delight.
What of their princely converse may a simple minstrel know
Save this?—in his right hand rested a hand like a flake of snow.