Of a surety well didst thou earn it at our coming into this land.
Take thou, O noble Margrave, the message I leave with thee:
These ruddy golden armlets Dame Gotlind gave unto me
To wear them at this great high-tide, a memorial of her love,
I do it, thyself beholdest: be thou my witness thereof.”
“Now would to God in Heaven,” earnestly Rüdiger cried,
“That the Margravine might give thee as many more beside!
Unto my wife, my belovèd, full fain will I tell the tale,
If so be that I live to behold her: doubt not my word shall fail.”
Soon as the promise was given, a shield the knight up-caught: