Then came that royal bridal on the Feast of Whitsuntide

Then came that royal bridal on the Feast of Whitsuntide, Whereon the Hun-king Etzel won Kriemhild to be his bride In Vienna the royal city: such hosts of men, I wot, In the days of her first lord Siegfried on her pleasure had waited not. By her gifts unto many which never had seen her she made her known, For which cause spake in his wonder to the guests full many an one: "We weened that of all wealth Kriemhild was stripped bare—so had we heard: And behold, she doth with her bounty marvels great beyond word!"

Seven days and ten it lasted, that marriage festival-tide. Ne'er was it told to the minstrel that any king beside A marriage-feast so glorious hath held—we have heard not his name. In new bright raiment vestured were all to the feast that came. Ne'er had she sat in the Low Land in the days of long ago In the presence of knights so many: yea, this of a truth do I know. How rich soever in treasure was Siegfried, never had he So many knights as were bounden to Etzel in fealty. Never have Kings, of a surety, at their marriage-festivals Unto guests given mantles so ample, such splendour-woven palls, Never such costly vesture as was freely lavished here. It was all for the sake of Kriemhild, for the honour of one most dear. In all—were they guests, were they home-folk—one mind in them all abode, Nought to begrudge in their giving, not the dearest thing they owed: Whatsoe'er was desired of any, given it was forthright, So that stripped bare even of vesture stood many a generous knight.

When she thought on the days passed over, how she dwelt on the green Rhine-shore With her noble murdered husband, her eyes with tears brimmed o'er. Yet the ghost of the past aye banned she, that her sorrow none might know, That she might not shadow the honour which had come after all her woe.