eleven (2) comrades I will fare to Gunther's land; thereto shalt
thou help me, Father Siegmund." Then to his knights they gave
for garments furs both gray and vair. (3)

Now his mother Siegelind also heard the tale. She began to make
dole for her loved child, whom she feared to lose through
Gunther's men. Sorely the noble queen gan weep. Lord Siegfried
hied him straightway to where he saw her; to his mother he spake
in gentle wise: "Lady, ye must not weep for me; naught have I to
fear from all his fighting men. I pray you, speed me on my
journey to the Burgundian land, that I and my warriors may have
array such as proud heroes can wear with honor; for this I will
say you gramercy i' faith."

"Since naught will turn thee," spake then the Lady Siegelind, "so
will I speed thee on thy journey, mine only child, with the best
of weeds that ever knight did wear, thee and thy comrades. Ye
shall have enow."

Siegfried, the youth, then made low obeisance to the queen. He
spake: "None but twelve warriors will I have upon the way. Let
raiment be made ready for them, I pray, for I would fain see how
it standeth with Kriemhild."

Then sate fair ladies night and day. Few enow of them, I trow,
did ease them, till Siegfried's weeds had all been wrought. Nor
would he desist from faring forth. His father bade adorn the
knightly garb in which his son should ride forth from Siegmund's
land. The shining breastplates, too, were put in trim, also the
stanch helmets and their shields both fair and broad. Now their