Of the gold therein and the silver—all, all was given away.
The heroes of King Etzel in joy lived day by day.
Yea, also Werbel and Schwemmel—King Etzel’s minstrels they—
Each of them with marks a thousand was guerdoned for harp and lay,
Yea, even with more peradventure, at the marriage-festival
When by Etzel Kriemhild the lovely sat crowned in the sight of all.
Forth on the eighteenth morning from Vienna rode their array.
Once more were the bucklers rifted in the gentle and joyous play
By the spears that were couched for the onset in many a good knight’s hand.
So came at the last King Etzel with joy to the Hunfolk’s land.