ine. Thy dear brothers be
coming in great state to visit thee."

Within a casement window Lady Kriemhild stood and looked out to see
her kin, as friend doth for friend. Many a man she spied from her
fatherland. The king, too, learned the tale and laughed for very
pleasure. "Now well is me of my joys," quoth Kriemhild, "my kinsmen
bring with them many a brand-new shield and white coat of mail. He who
would have gold, let him bethink him of my sorrows, and I'll ever be his
friend."

ENDNOTES:
(1) "Chaplets", see Adventure 10, note 1.
(2) "Of yore", see Adventure 23, note 2.
(3) "Nudung" was slain, according to the "Thidreksaga", chap.
335, by "Vidg"a (here Wittich, M.H.G. "Witege", the son of
Wielant, the smith, in the battle of Gronsport. There,
chap. 369, he is Gotelind's brother, but in "Biterolf" and
the "Rosengarten" he is her son.
(4) "Marks", see Adventure V, note 5.

ADVENTURE XXVIII. How The Burgundians Came To Etzel's Castle.

When the Burgundians were come to the land, old Hildebrand (1) of Berne
did hear the tale, and sore it rued him. He told his lord, who bade him
welcome well the lusty knights and brave. The doughty Wolfhart (2) bade
fetch the steeds; then many a sturdy warrior rode with Dietrich, to
where he thought to meet them on the plain where they had pitched full
many a lordly tent. When Hagen of Troneg saw them riding from afar, to
his lords he spake in courteous wise: "Now must ye doughty warriors rise
from your seats and go to meet them, who would greet you here. Yonder
cometh a fellowship I know full well, they be full speedy knights from
the Amelung land, (3) whom the lord of Berne doth lead--high-mettled
warriors they. Scorn not the service that they proffer."

Then with Dietrich there alighted from the steeds, as was mickle right,
many a knight and squire. Towards the strangers they went, to where
they found the heroes; in friendly wise they greeted those from the
Burgundian land. Ye may now hear what Sir Dietrich said to the sons of
Uta, as he saw them coming toward him. Their journey rued him sore; he
weened that Rudeger wist it, and had told them the tale. "Be ye welcome,
fair sirs, Gunther and Giselher, Gernot and Hagen, likewise Folker and
the doughty Dankwart. Know ye not that Kriemhild still mourneth sorely
for the hero of the Nibelung land?"

"Let her weep long time," quoth Hagen. "He hath lain these many years,
done