So sat they on love’s threshold; for the wise thane Rüdiger,
For the honour of Kriemhild, left not King Etzel alone with her.
Then stayed was the clash of tourney o’er all the echoing field.
Hushed as beseemed was the crashing of lance and the clang of shield.
Back to the tents went trooping King Etzel’s vassalage:
And to all was there given lodging and spacious harbourage.
So drew the day to an ending and the sleep of the summer night,
Till fled away the shadows and they saw the breaking of light.
Then many a gallant hero gat him again to horse,
And ho for the honour of Etzel and the gallant tourney-course!