Gladly she gazed upon the envoys from the Hunnish land. Through her courtesie she gave them gentle greeting. The good and courtly messengers then told their tale. “My lady offereth you of a truth,” so spake Swemmel, “her love and duty. Might that be that she could see you oft, ye may well believe she had no better joy in all the world.”
Then spake the queen: “That may not be. However gladly I would often see the dear daughter of mine, yet doth the wife of the noble king live, alas, too far from me. May she and Etzel be ever blessed. Pray let me know before ye leave, when ye would hence again; not in a long time have I seen messengers so gladly as I have you.” The squires vowed that this should hap.
Those from the Hunnish land now rode to their lodgings. Meanwhile the mighty king had sent to fetch his friends. The noble Gunther asked his liegemen how they liked the speech. Many a one gan say that the king well might ride to Etzel’s land. The very best among them advised him this, save Hagen alone; him misliked it sore. Privily he spake to the king: “Ye fight against yourself; ye know full well what we have done. We may well be ever on our guard with Kriemhild, for with mine own hand I slew her husband to death. How durst we ride to Etzel’s land?”
Then spake the mighty king: “My sister gave over her wrath; with a kiss she lovingly forgave what we had done her, or ever she rode away. Unless be that the feud doth stand against you alone.”
Quoth Hagen: “Now let the messengers from the
