If forth of the land she convey it, I know this certainly
That with champions she will but share it, to stir up foes against me:—
And she hath not so much as horses of number to bear it away!
Hagen for her will keep it: to Kriemhild thus let them say.”
When the thing was told unto Kriemhild, she was stung with indignant pain.
Of the tyrannous wrong of Hagen to the three Kings did she complain.
His will were they fain to have thwarted, but his purpose none could shake.
Then Rüdiger the noble lightly to Kriemhild spake:
“O high-born Daughter of Princes, wherefore lament for the gold?
Unto thee is my Lord King Etzel so loving and bounteous-souled,