And ware was the King of their coming, and he laughed with joy for the same:—
“See to it, O dear wife, Kriemhild, thou receive them worthily.
To be crowned with exceeding honour thy brethren come unto thee.”
“Glad am I for these good tidings,” spake Kriemhild her heart within.
“Ha, many a bright new buckler they bring, my faithless kin,
And hauberks gleaming and glancing!—now whoso will take of my gold,
And think on my wrongs, such champion my friend for aye will I hold.”
(C) In her soul was she thinking—thinking—“The day of reckoning is this!
He who hath utterly emptied my life of all its bliss
Shall drink, if I may but contrive it, to the dregs the cup of pain