But so soon as Kriemhild heard it, in anguish of wrath she cried
Against it; and unto the homeless was this last boon denied.
“Nay, noble knights,” she pleaded, “the thing ye incline unto
Ye never will grant, if ye hearken to faithful counsel and true,
To let these murder-lusters set foot forth of the hall!
If ye do it, many your kinsmen in the pit of death shall fall.
If only three were living, my brethren, Uta’s sons,
And to free air of heaven came forth those mighty ones,
To cool their scalding harness, ye were lost!—not lightly I warn;
For verily braver heroes on earth were never born.”