Gallantly rode they and proudly: war-harness the keen knights brought
Unto the land of Gunther, and raiment richly wrought.
There came the aweless Volker, the lord of the viol-string,
With thrice ten stalwart warriors, to ride where rode the King.
Lordly was all their vesture; it was meet for a king to wear.
“These also,” he said unto Gunther, “with thee to the Huns will fare.”
What manner of man was Volker, now be it told in the song.
Sooth, he was a noble baron, and in his vassal-throng
Was many a knight; none stouter were found in Burgundia-land:
“The Minstrel” they named him, for cunning upon the strings was his hand.