“I will show to our hunting-fellows a sport of merry glee.
Yonder a bear have I sighted: the hound from the leash slip ye.
Sir Bear to the place of the camping shall ride with us this day.
O nay, he shall not escape us, flee he as fast as he may!”
They slipped from the leash the sleuth-hound; swift turned the bear and fled,
And Kriemhild’s lord hard after to ride him down on-sped.
But he won a ravine all-rocky, too rugged for hoof of steed;
And the strong beast thought: “From the hunters now am I verily freed!”
But the good knight leapt exultant from the saddle, and so on foot
Rushed through the brake pursuing, and came unwares on the brute