If ye will not tarry, who knoweth how sorely ye yet may rue?
Yea, ye shall yet acknowledge that this I have said was true.
Therefore I say to you, Go not! Rich is this your land:
Here shall ye better acquit you of duties that lie to your hand
Than yonder amid the Hunfolk. Who knows what waiteth us there?
Tarry ye here, my masters: saith Rumold, ‘Avoid the snare!’”
“Nay, now will we nowise tarry!” did Gernot eagerly cry.
“Seeing that thus my sister bids so lovingly,
And with her Etzel the mighty, why hold we back therefrom?
Who is loth with us to journey, e’en let him linger at home!”