Many a beast full-laden before them passed over Rhine
For those blithe hunting-fellows bearing the bread and the wine,
The flesh and withal the fishes, and abundance of everything
Which beseemeth the lord of a kingdom when he goeth journeying.
Then chose they a place for their camping on the skirts of the forest green
Or ever the game brake cover, those lordly hunters keen:
Thence would they slip the sleuth-hounds—’twas a river-mead wide-spread.
And now overtook them Siegfried, and this to the King one said.
Then set they their watch of the huntsmen all round on every side
At the outlets of the wild-wood: then Siegfried the mighty cried,