Then on her enemies thought she, and her thoughts were guileful and grim.
She spake unto King Etzel: “My dearly-belovèd Lord,
I would make unto thee my petition, if this thy grace would accord,
That thou suffer mine heart to be gladdened, if my love hath deserved this meed,
By the proof of mine eyes that my kinsmen be dear unto thee indeed.”
Then spake the King, and, speaking, was guileless his heart within:
“Hereof will I certify thee: whatsoe’er to thine hero-kin
Is done for their honour and profit, for mine own joy shall it be done;
For never by love of woman nobler kin have I won.”
Unto him the Queen made answer: “Well known is this unto thee,