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142 for Siegfried. Gernot and Giselher spake: “Sister mine, now comfort thee after this death, as needs must be. We’ll try to make it up to thee, the while we live.”

Yet none in the world might give her comfort. His coffin was ready well towards midday. From the bier whereon he lay they raised him. The lady would not have that he be buried, so that all the folk had mickle trouble. In a rich cloth of silk they wound the dead. I ween, men found none there that did not weep. Uta, the noble dame, and all her meiny mourned bitterly the stately man. When it was noised abroad that men sang in the minster and had encoffined him, then rose a great press of folk. What offerings they made for his soul’s sake! He had good friends enow among these foes. Poor Kriemhild spake to her chamberlains: “Ye must now be put to trouble for my sake, ye who wished him well and be my friends. For Siegfried’s soul shall ye deal out his gold.”

No child, however small, that had its wits, but must go to service, or ever he was buried. Better than a hundred masses were sung that day. Great throng was there of Siegfried’s friends.

When that mass was sung, the folk went hence. Then Lady Kriemhild spake: “Pray let me not hold vigil over the chosen knight this night alone. With him all my joys have come to fall. I will let him lie in state three days and nights, until I sate me with my dear lord. What if God doth bid that death should take me too. Then had ended well the grief of me, poor Kriemhild.”

The people of the town returned now to their lodg-