Thou, wilt thou appoint this hunting?” Said the King, “Yea, that will I!”
Now are the kinsmen of Gunther blithe, and their hearts are light!
Never, I ween, thereafter to the end of time shall knight
Devise such black betrayal as by these contrived hath been
From the trust in knighthood’s honour placed by a wife and a Queen!
On the morrow’s morning early Siegfried the knight rode forth
With a thousand men blithe-hearted, their faces set to the north.
He weened he should take a vengeance for his friends’ wrong fierce and fell.
So nigh unto him rode Hagen that he marked his surcoat well.
Then, when he spied the token, he sent all secretly