Again she spake: “Sir Siegfried,
let me commend, I pray,
Unto your truth and kindness,
my brother dear alway;—
That no mischance befall him
in Queen Brunhilda’s land.”
The gallant hero swore it,
upon Kriemhilda’s hand.
Again she spake: “Sir Siegfried,
let me commend, I pray,
Unto your truth and kindness,
my brother dear alway;—
That no mischance befall him
in Queen Brunhilda’s land.”
The gallant hero swore it,
upon Kriemhilda’s hand.