“Tell it me, then, thy dream,” said the woman, “for dreams oft forecast but the weather.”
Gudrun answers, “Nay, nay, no weather is this; I dreamed that I had a fair hawk on my wrist, feathered with feathers of gold.”
Says the woman, “Many have heard tell of thy beauty, thy wisdom, and thy courtesy; some king’s son abides thee, then.”
Gudrun answers, “I dreamed that naught was so dear to me as this hawk, and all my wealth had I cast aside rather than him.”
The woman said, “Well, then, the man thou shalt have will be of the goodliest, and well shalt thou love him.”
Gudrun answered, “It grieves me that I know not who he shall be; let us go seek Brynhild, for she belike will wot thereof.”
So they arrayed them in gold and many a fair thing, and she went with her damsels till they came to the hall of Brynhild, and that hall was dight with gold, and stood on a high hill; and whenas their goings were seen, it was told Brynhild, that a company of women drove toward the burg in gilded waggons.
“That shall be Gudrun, Giuki’s daughter,” says she: “I dreamed of her last night; let us go meet her! no fairer woman may come to our house.”
So they went abroad to meet them, and gave them good greeting, and they went into the goodly hall together; fairly painted it was within, and well adorned with silver vessel; cloths were spread under the feet of them, and all folk served them, and in many wise they sported.
But Gudrun was somewhat silent.
Then said Brynhild, “Ill to abash folk of their mirth;
