Lo, in the dimness of dawning forth on the sea they fare: --Ho for the eager warriors that Siegfried had gathered there!-- With goodly battle-horses and lordly attire sailed they: So unto the land of Brunhild they came, a knightly array. On her battlements many a fair one stood gazing over the sea. Then spake that Daughter of Princes: "Knoweth any man who they be Whom yonder I see far fleeting o'er the waters in gallant show? How rich be the sails that waft them!--they be whiter than driven snow!" Then spake the Lord of Rhineland: "My royal train be these Whom I left as I journeyed hither not far behind overseas. I have sent to speed them hither: lo, now be they come, O Queen." With wondering eyes the coming of those knightly guests was seen. Men saw on a ship's prow Siegfried standing foremost of all In princely vesture: beside him was many a warrior tall. Then spake that Daughter of Princes: "Lord King, I pray thee, declare: Shall I greet these guests at their coming, or shall I from greeting forbear?" He said: "Thou shalt go to meet them with welcome in thy face Forth of thy palace-portals, that none may doubt of thy grace." So did that Daughter of Princes according as Gunther bade: But cold and haughty greeting from Brunhild Siegfried had. So they gave them lodging, and safely laid by their battle-gear. And by this were guests so many there gathered from far and near, {P. 70} That for these too strait was the city as they thronged on every hand. And now would the valiant heroes fare home to Burgundia-land. Then spake that Daughter of Princes: "Unto him were I thankful-souled Who for me would deal out my bounty of my silver and my gold Unto my guests and King Gunther's; for full is my treasury." Then Dankwart, Giselher's liegeman, made answer gallantly: "O noble Daughter of Princes, unto me commit the key, And I will deal forth thy treasure," said the valiant thane, "for thee. If any cry out on the niggard, on me be all blame thrown!" --That Dankwart was open-handed, full soon was to all men known. When to Hagen's brother committed was the key of her treasury, The hand of the hero scattered rich gifts all lavishly. Who craved but one mark only, on him was so much showered That the poor of the land through their life-days might aye live gladness-dowered. Pounds of silver uncounted by hundreds lavished he; And forth of her halls passed many in goodly bravery Who never before in their life-tide clad in such splendour went. But when Queen Brunhild heard it, was she passing ill-content.