“Nay, say not so, Lord Dietrich,
thou noble knight and good,
This day make plain to all men
thy kind and virtuous mood,
In that thou hence wilt help me:
or I am like to die.”
Her fears had brought Kriemhilda
to sore anxiety.
“Nay, say not so, Lord Dietrich,
thou noble knight and good,
This day make plain to all men
thy kind and virtuous mood,
In that thou hence wilt help me:
or I am like to die.”
Her fears had brought Kriemhilda
to sore anxiety.