Still did their knights attend them arrayed on either hand;

Rode Siegfried with these: at his going that lovely lady sighed;

And his heart the while was aching for her through a weary tide.

So abode he with those three war-lords—true is it, how strange soe’er—

In the land of Gunther the royal through all the space of a year;

Yet in all that season his heart’s love not once did he behold,

Of whom he should yet have gladness and sorrow manifold.

IV.
How Siegfried warred against the Saxons

Then came to the land of Gunther tidings strange and dread;

For out of a far, far country were heralds to Burgundy sped