Him—knew I the doer—my vengeance to the uttermost should requite!”
Brake forth into wailing her maidens with lamentation loud
With her, their belovèd Lady: they mourned all sorrow-bowed
For their noble King and their Master, lost unto them for aye.
Foully avenged by Hagen was Brunhild’s wrath that day!
Then spake the sorrow-stricken: “Let some one haste away,
And swiftly arouse from slumber my Siegfried’s vassal-array:
Let him tell withal unto Siegmund the tale of my bitter pain.
He must bear his part in the wailing o’er valiant Siegfried slain.”
Then ran a messenger, hasting where lay the warrior-band