Unto Giselher the courteous, the Prince of Burgundia-land.
And the hand of the valiant Gunther the Margravine hath ta’en.
So blithely into the castle with the heroes passed these twain.
The host gave hand unto Gernot: to the great hall so they came.
There sat they down on the high-seats, brave knight and comely dame.
Then poured they the wine of welcome, and bare to the guests all round.
Never more gracious greeting have heroes-errant found!
With eyes of admiration looked many a warrior there
On the damsel, Rüdiger’s daughter, for the maiden was passing fair.
In his heart did many a good knight her loveliness embrace: