“Most noble Gotelinda,
God give you your reward!
If haply I,” spake Kriemhild,
“and Botlung’s son be spared,
One day you may be joyful
that you have seen my face.”
They both were all unknowing
of what must come to pass.
“Most noble Gotelinda,
God give you your reward!
If haply I,” spake Kriemhild,
“and Botlung’s son be spared,
One day you may be joyful
that you have seen my face.”
They both were all unknowing
of what must come to pass.