Then spake the mighty Gunther:
“My sister’s wrath was spent.
Pardon to us she granted,
ere from this place she went,
With kisses of forgiveness,
for what to her was done:
Unless, it may be, Hagen,
that thee she hates alone.”
Then spake the mighty Gunther:
“My sister’s wrath was spent.
Pardon to us she granted,
ere from this place she went,
With kisses of forgiveness,
for what to her was done:
Unless, it may be, Hagen,
that thee she hates alone.”