On the other side the Rhine-flood, where that last night was spent.
“Tarry, O Gunther!” did Brunhild, his lovely wife, implore,
As she clasped to her heart her husband that night, and never more.
Shrilled flutes and blared forth trumpets as the first of the dawn-light shone,
Bidding them forth on the journey, and all made haste to be gone.
Lover in arms of lover was strained close, close to the heart,
They whom with anguish unending would the wife of Etzel part.
Now the sons of the fair Queen Uta had of their vassals a man
Bold and withal true-hearted: even as the journey began,
The thoughts of his heart he uttered to the King, for he drew him aside,