She had drunken the dregs of affliction; at last joy brimmed her cup.
How glad was the wife of Etzel! Low to the thane did she bow:
“Blessèd in soul and in body evermore be thou!
For all my sore tribulation now hast thou recompensed me.
Except death’s coming prevent me, I will ever be bounden to thee!”
Made answer Dietrich the noble: “Let him live, and in no wise slay,
O noble Daughter of Princes! It may come to pass one day
That his good deeds may requite thee for the wrongs thou hast had at his hands.
Visit it not upon him that in bonds in thy presence he stands.”
Then to a dungeon-chamber she bade lead Hagen away