And spake the monarch further: / "Who here may understand
Whence do come these strangers / riding unto our land?"
Yet was never any / might answer to him make,
Until of Tronje Hagen / thus unto King Gunther spake:
"To us hath come strange tidings / to hand this day, I ween,
For Etzel's fiddlers riding / hither have I seen.
The same have by thy sister / unto the Rhine been sent:
For sake of their high master / now give we them fair compliment."
E'en then did ride the messengers / unto the castle door,
And never royal minstrels / more stately went before.
By the monarch's servants / well received they were:
They gave them fitting lodging / and for their raiment had a care.
Rich and wrought full deftly / was the travelling-dress they wore,
Wherein they well with honor / might go the king before;
Yet they at court no longer / would the same garments wear.
The messengers inquired / if any were might wish them there.
In sooth in such condition / many eke were found,
Who would receive them gladly; / to such they dealt around.
Then decked themselves the strangers / in garments richer far,
Such as royal messengers / beseemeth well at court to wear.