To come from the Rhineland riding unto the Hun-king’s home;
And to Pilgerin the bishop withal did the tidings come.
When, riding adown the highways, they came to Bechlaren’s hold,
Unto Rüdiger were the tidings of those swift messengers told,
And withal to the Lady Gotlind, the noble Margravine.
With exceeding joy rejoiced they that these of their eyes should be seen.
Ever their foaming horses the minstrels twain spurred on,
Until to the presence of Etzel in his city of Gram they won.
As by greeting upon greeting unto the King they showed
The love of the far-off kinsfolk, for joy his visage glowed.