a proud lord for vassal.

Their mother was a rich queen and hight Uta, and the name of their father
was Dankrat, who, when his life was ended, left them his lands. A strong
man was he in his time, and one that in his youth won great worship.

These three princes, as I have said, were valiant men, overlords of the
best knights that folk have praised, strong and bold and undismayed in
strife. There were Hagen of Trony, and also his brother Dankwart the
swift; and Ortwin of Metz; the two Margraves, Gary and Eckewart; Volker
of Alzeia, strong of body; Rumolt, the steward, a chosen knight; Sindolt
and Hunolt. These last three served at court and pursued honour. And
other knights were there, more than I can name. Dankwart was the
marshal; the nephew of Ortwin of Metz carved at the board; Sindolt was
the butler, a worthy warrior: each did his part as a good knight.

The splendour of this court and its might, the high valour and chivalry
of its lords, were a tale without end.

Now it so fell that Kriemhild, the pure maid, dreamed a dream that she
fondled a wild falcon, and eagles wrested it from her; the which to see
grieved her more than any ill that had happened to her heretofore.

This dream she told to Uta, her mother, who interpreted it on this wise.
"The falcon that thou sawest is a noble man; yet if God keep him not, he
is a lost man to thee."

"What speakest thou to me of a man, mother mine? Without their love
would I still abide, that I may remain fair till my death, nor suffer
dole from any man's love."