Then these twain stripped all raiment from their limbs, and on earth they laid,
And in nought save thin white tunics men saw their bodies arrayed.
Bounding as two wild panthers they raced o’er the clover green;
But long ere they won to the fountain, there standing was Siegfried seen.
In all manner of prowess ever men gave him the chiefest renown.
Straightway he unbuckled his war-glaive, his quiver laid he down,
And he leaned the stubborn boar-spear on the linden-tree’s smooth shaft.
And the princely guest stood waiting where the dimpling ripples laughed:
Yea, Siegfried then, as ever, his knightly courtesy showed.
He laid on the earth his buckler hard by where the runnel flowed.