_Enter_ GERENOT _and_ GISELHER.
KRIEMHILD.
Are you not gone? The Lord hath sent them here!
My dearest brothers, earnestly I beg
Vouchsafe me my desire, though to you
It seems but foolish. Go ye with my lord
Where'er he goes, and keep behind his back.
GERENOT.
We are not going. We've no wish to go.
KRIEMHILD.
No wish to go!
GISELHER.
What say'st thou? We've no time!
We've much to do before our men march forth.
KRIEMHILD.
And is all that intrusted to your youth?
If I am dear to you, if you have not
Forgotten that one mother nourished us,
Ride after them.
GISELHER.
They're long since in the wood.
GERENOT.
And then thou hast one brother with him,
now,
KRIEMHILD.
I beg of you!
GISELHER.
We must collect the arms,
As thou shalt see.
[_Starts to go_.]
KRIEMHILD.
Then tell me one thing more
Is Hagen Siegfried's friend?
GERENOT.
Why not, I pray?
KRIEMHILD.
But has he ever praised him?
GISELHER.
It is praise
If Hagen does not blame, and I've not heard
That he found fault with Siegfried.
[_Both leave_.]
KRIEMHILD.
Most of all
This frightens me. They are not with my lord!