That never through him to Kriemhild hath wrong or despite been wrought:
Him therefore here in the Hunland gladly mine eyes would see;
Yea, sorely I long to greet him for his love and his faith unto me.
What glory here hath crowned me do ye to my mother say.
And, if haply Hagen of Troneg would fain hang back from the way,
Who then through those strange marches shall be guide to the mighty ones?
For hath not he known from childhood the paths to the land of the Huns?”
Now the messengers knew not wherefore so fixed it was in her mind
That they should not suffer Hagen of Troneg to tarry behind
Beside the Rhine. To their sorrow were they to learn it yet,