Young Giselher, Lord Gernot—yea, dead be the Princes Three.
Now, now of the Hoard none knoweth save God and I alone—
Never, thou Child of the Devil, unto thee shall its place be known!”
She answered: “An evil requital hast thou rendered into mine hand!
This hold I at least in possession, Siegfried’s battle-brand.
He bare it, mine own, my belovèd, when I saw him for that last time,
Ere thou, to my grief everlasting, wroughtest that foul crime!”
She flashed it out of the scabbard—her hand he could not stay—
For now from the knight she purposed to rend the life away:
On high in her hands she swung it, from his body his head did she smite;