From the death of Siegfried for thirteen years she dwelt On her wrongs ever brooding, nor joy one moment felt. The murder of her husband she could not once forget. To him she still was faithful; that praise is Kriemhild's yet. XLVII The wealthy Lady Uta, when death took Dankrat hence, A sumptuous monastery rais'd at her own expense, Endowed with rich revenues, which yet its coffers fill; The abbey of Lorsch they call it; 'tis high in honor still. XLVIII Thereto the mourning Kriemhild no little part supplied Both for the soul of Siegfried and for all souls beside. She gave both gold and jewels; a wife more chaste and true, And a more liberal giver man surely never knew. XLIX Since Kriemhild had King Gunther once to her grace restor'd, And yet by his connivance next lost the precious hoard, A thousand-fold more sorrow at her heart there lay. The proud and high-born lady would gladly thence away. L Meanwhile for Lady Uta was built with skill and care At Lorsch, fast by her abbey, a sumptuous palace fair. The widow left her children, and there seclusion found. Still lies she in her coffin deep in that hollow'd ground. LI Then said the queen to Kriemhild, "List to me, daughter dear, Come to Lorsch, to my palace, thou canst not linger here; And dwell with me thy mother, and cease to weep and grieve." "To whom then," answer'd Kriemhild, "Shall I my husband leave?" LII The Lady Uta answer'd, "Here let him still abide." "Now God in heaven forbid it!" the faithful wife replied; "No! my beloved mother, I must not have it so; If Kriemhild hence must journey, with her must Siegfried go." LIII Then gave command the mourner up to take the dead; His noble bones were forthwith transferred to their last bed At Lorsch beside the minster in many-honor'd guise. There yet in a long coffin the stately warrior lies. LIV Just then, when sorrowing Kriemhild was ready to depart, And hop'd with her fond mother to ease her aching heart, She yet was forc'd to tarry and that last hope resign. 'Twas caus'd by sudden tidings, that cross'd from far the Rhine. TWENTIETH ADVENTURE HOW KING ETZEL SENT INTO BURGUNDY TO PROPOSE FOR KRIEMHILD I 'Twas of yore, in the season when Dame Helca died, And the stout King Etzel would take another bride, His friends all gave him counsel his marriage troth to plight To a proud Burgundian widow, that Lady Kriemhild hight. II His courtiers thus, when Helca had ended now her life, Bespoke him, "Would you ever take a noble wife, The best with whom a monarch could share his royal state, Make choice of this fair lady; bold Siegfried was her mate." III