Then went that Daughter of Princes where sat the King in hall:
How lovingly did the accents from the lips of Kriemhild fall!
“How pleaseth thee the tidings, my lord, my belovèd?” she cried.
“The long desire of my spirit shall at last be satisfied!”
“Thy will is my chiefest pleasure,” the King made answer to her.
“Were these mine own blood-kinsmen, less joyful my spirit were
For the tidings of their drawing nigh to my land this day.
For the love of these thy kinsmen my cares have vanished away.”
Then did the great King’s stewards send forth urgent behests
That palace and hall with high-seats should be adorned for the guests,