Muttered the Lord of Troneg sorely disquieted:
“How is it with thee, King Gunther?—thou hazardest limb and life!
She whom thou fain wouldst be wooing were a very demon-wife!”
Now telleth the song of the raiment of that fair-clad Amazon.
With glistering silk of the Orient her battle-doublet shone—
Ah, it was costly and queenly!—flashed in beholders’ eyes
From the vest of that Daughter of Princes full many a stone of price.
A mighty spear broad-headed then brought they unto the Queen,
Which she hurled evermore in the Contest of Wooers, a javelin keen,
Gigantic, stubborn-shafted, heavy and long, and wide