1665.
Then kiss’d the margrave’s daughter the three kings fittingly,
As also did her mother; Hagen was standing by,
Her father bade her kiss him; she cast a look at him,
And fain had she not done it— she thought he look’d so grim.
1666.
Yet straightway must she do it, since so the master said;
Her cheeks were changed in colour to mingled white and red.
Then Dankwart likewise kiss’d she, and then the Minstrel too;
By reason of his valour such greeting was his due.
1667.
The margrave’s youthful daughter took presently the hand
Of Giselher, the warrior from the Burgundian land:
Her mother, too, did likewise to Gunther, the brave king,
So went they with the heroes in gladness revelling.
1668.
The host along with Gernot went into a wide hall,
Where they were quickly seated, both knights and ladies all;
Good wine was call’d for straightway, which to the guests they gave.
Ay, surely never heroes could better treatment have.
1669.
With many an eager eye-glance the men look’d lovingly
On Rüdeger’s young daughter: she was so fair to see.
Ay, in his thoughts embraced her full many a warrior good,
And right well she deserved it; but she was proud of mood:
1670.
Think might they as it pleased them, such thing could not be done.
And to and fro men’s glances meanwhile oft lit upon
Right many a dame and maiden; plenty were seated there.
Goodwill the noble minstrel unto the host did bear.
