But for shame she hung on her answer, as many a maiden hath done.
Then Rüdiger her father spake saying, “Answer yea,
And gladly for husband take him.” How swiftly did he straightway
With loving white hands clasping to his heart his belovèd press;
Even Giselher the young prince!—how brief was their happiness!
Then spake once more the Margrave: “O kings of lineage high,
What time to the realm Burgundian returning ye pass hereby,
Then will I give you my daughter, even as is meet and right,
To bear her with you to the home-land.” Unto this their troth did they plight.
The tumult of feasting and joyance at last must have an end;