Then Giselher, the youngest
of the Burgundian three:
“Ye chiefs,” cried he, “of Etzel,
who living yet may be,
How have I wrong’d ye, warriors?
In what am I to blame?
Unto this country riding
in kindly mood I came.”
Then Giselher, the youngest
of the Burgundian three:
“Ye chiefs,” cried he, “of Etzel,
who living yet may be,
How have I wrong’d ye, warriors?
In what am I to blame?
Unto this country riding
in kindly mood I came.”