He gave to the heralds freely. When now they would forth again,
Spake Pilgerin the bishop: “Mine heart were exceeding fain
If I might but see them before me, for my sister’s sons they are.
Right seldom indeed have I journeyed unto them by the Rhine afar!”
By what tracks fared they onward through the land on the Rhineward way,
Thereof no minstrel singeth. Of their silver and rich array
No spoiler dared to rob them, for the terror of Etzel lay
Heavy on all; so mighty was the high-born Hun-king’s sway.
So they came, even Werbel and Schwemmel, to the folk by Rhine-river side,
Unto Worms the fortress-city, ere the light of the twelfth day died.