Here should ye find friends’ faces that ye should gladly see.
Small sorrow or scathe should betide you here in Burgundy!”
“Yea, in all honour,” said Schwemmel, “we hail this greeting of thine!
Of a surety I cannot tell you by any words of mine
What loving greetings be sent you of Etzel the Lord of the land,
And your noble sister, who highest beside him in honour doth stand.
And the Queen unto thy remembrance calleth thy faith and thy love,
And the true heart’s tender kindness, and the steadfastness thereof.
Now first before all unto Gunther our King’s request we bear
That ye of your grace into Hunland would ride, to greet them there.