Again spake Siegfried the noble: “Unto hounds have I no will,
Save for one only setter so blooded by woodcraft-skill
That he tracketh the slot unerring through the tangled forest wide.
Now, ho for a fortunate hunting!” the lord of Kriemhild cried.
Then a certain grey-haired hunter in the leash a sleuth-hound led,
And he brought those barons, or ever long time in seeking had fled,
Where they came on the wildwood’s children; whatsoe’er from covert burst
Was chased of those merry comrades, as huntsmen have done from the first.
Whatsoe’er his sleuth-hound started, that by the swift right hand
Was slain of Siegfried the valiant, the Hero of Netherland.