Who loveth to keep his chamber and lie in the sluggard’s bed!”
Then exceeding wroth was the warder for the word that Siegfried said.
His armour hath that fierce giant in haste on his huge limbs done,
And his helmet hath he settled on his head, that mighty one.
In haste hath he snatched his buckler and the castle gate swung wide:
In a fury of rage against Siegfried forth did he swiftly stride.
“How dar’st thou wake,” he shouted, “all these of our gallant band?”
Then fell fast-raining buffets, dealt by his mighty hand:
From the shield of the noble stranger glanced fierce blows many and rude,
Yet the steel shards flew from his shield-rim as the giant warder hewed