Shall never wisely advise him; he shall never rightly deem
In a matter that toucheth his honour, or choose the better part!
Now it behoveth my master to bid farewell and depart.
Blithely will we ride onward into King Etzel’s land;
There well to a king may service be done by a hero’s hand:
There what manner of high-tide Kriemhild holds shall we see.”
So Hagen counselled the journey—cause to rue it had he!
Nay, still had he spoken against it, were it not for the bitter jeer
That Gernot had flung at the hero, when he said with scornful sneer:
“The ghost of Siegfried standeth, of the Lady Kriemhild’s lord,