Never the King would forgive me, if I wrought them aught of ill.”
“Nay, fear not thou, Lord Blödel; thy friend evermore will I stand,
And with guerdon of my silver and my gold will I fill thine hand,
And will give thee to wife that fair-one who was plighted Nudung’s bride,
And in cherishing her beauty shall thine heart be satisfied.
Her land withal and her castles will I give to be thine of right;
So shalt thou live in joyance evermore, O noble knight,
When thou shalt be lord of the marches that were Nudung’s in days gone by:
Yea, all that to-day I promise will I then do faithfully.”
Then seemed unto Blödel the castles and the gold a guerdon fair,