That deed which the hero’s anger had wrought on the hapless Hun.
Bitterly did she lament it, many a tear she shed;
And unto Rüdiger spake she: “Wherein have we merited
That to me and the King yet further thou shouldst multiply sorrow and pain?
Thou hast, O Rüdiger, promised unto us, yea, once and again,
That thou wouldst venture thine honour, yea, and thy life for us.
Oft have I heard knights yield thee the prize of the valorous.
Of the oath-plight now I remind thee that thou swarest by thy right hand,
When, chosen of knights, thou didst woo me to be queen of Etzel’s land,
That thou wouldst render me service even to our life’s end.