A faintly-visible crosslet: there that strong hand of thine,
Hero, shall guard mine husband, as he presseth aye to the front,
And standeth begirt with foemen in the battle’s sternest brunt.”
“Even this will I do, dear Lady,” false Hagen made reply.
She thought in her wifely yearning to redeem him from death thereby:—
Ah me, thereby did Kriemhild her lord unto death betray!
Most courteous leave took Hagen, and with glad heart hasted away.
(C) Then asked of him King Gunther: “What secret hath Hagen learned?”
“King, we will ride forth hunting when back is the war-march turned.
Now have I gotten the knowledge whereby he shall surely die.