Yea, this will I prove, if for thy part thou count not the deed for despite.
I will bring to pass her submission to couch by thy side this night;
And she shall not spurn thine embraces from this time forth again.”
After all his anguish the war-king for the word was exceeding fain.
(C) “Look on mine hands, and mark them, how bruised and swollen are they:
Her grip thereon was so mighty, as a babe in her arms I lay:
From beneath my nails was bursting the blood, and earthward dripped.
No whit in that hour I doubted that my throat by death was gripped.”
Answered him Siegfried the stalwart: “Fear not, all yet shall be well.
Far other was my well-faring from thine when the darkness fell.