How sorely he thirsted soever, not yet the hero drank
Till first the King had drunken—he earned right evil thank!
Clear was the spring as crystal, pure was the water and cool.
Down on the brink bowed Gunther, and stooped his lips to the pool;
And when to the full he had drunken, again to his feet did he rise,
While still looked Siegfried the fearless on the water with longing eyes.
For his courtesy heavily paid he!—his bow and his mighty sword
Were borne away by Hagen from their noble-hearted lord.
Back swiftly sprang the traitor; on the javelin his grasp he laid,
And glared in search of the token at the vest of the man betrayed.