Unto Blödel her faith she plighted, by oath and by handclasp bound
To give him a fair wide lordship, which Nudung possessed of yore—
But ere long, smitten of Dankwart, he remembered her gift no more.
She said: “O Blödel my brother, unto thee for help I call.
My deadliest foes be gathered in yonder palace-hall,
Even they which murdered Siegfried, my belovèd lord, time was.
Unto him were I bounden for ever who now would avenge my cause.”
Unto her made answer Blödel: “Know thou, O Lady and Queen,
In Etzel’s presence I dare not let this hatred be seen
So long as unto thy kinsmen he showeth his favour still.