Hadst thou been prudent of spirit, into peril thou hadst not run.”
“Me?—no man hath bidden me hither,” with careless scorn he replied.
“Hither to this thy kingdom were three knights bidden to ride,
And these same knights be my liege-lords, and I am their liegeman true.
Whensoever they wend to a high-tide, my wont is to be there too.”
She said: “This also tell me—why diddest thou that deed
For the which the hatred I bear thee is but thy rightful meed?
Thou, thou didst murder Siegfried!—my lord and my love didst thou slay
For whom I must needs mourn ever unto my latest day.”
“Tush! this sufficeth,” he answered. “Why idly waste thy breath?