When they saw, those lords there standing, that the noble hero was dead,
They lifted him up, and they laid him on a golden buckler red.
Then took they counsel together that the truth might be known unto none,
And how this thing should be hidden, that of Hagen the deed had been done.
Spake of them many: “Evil this day is, a day of bale!
Remaineth only concealment: ye needs must be all in a tale.
We must say, as alone he was riding, robbers beset and slew
The hero, the lord of Kriemhild, as he fared the wildwood through.”
Spake Hagen of Troneg: “To Rhineland will I bear him, even I.
No whit shall it trouble Hagen, though she know all certainly,