Here meats be set before you the best that in all the earth
Be arrayed for a great king’s feasting:—and were all this nothing-worth,
Yet in the land should ye tarry for the sake of your winsome wives,
Nor like little wanton children set at the hazard your lives.
(C) Yea, though all other victual utterly failed us, still
One dish could ye have of Rumold to eat thereof your fill”—
And he laughed—“good oil-fried collops! Rumold’s rede is this,
Forasmuch as, my lords, mid the Hunfolk a hidden peril is.
(C) Never to you-ward in kindness will Kriemhild’s heart be turned.
Of a surety nor ye nor Hagen such grace at her hands have earned!