But all the rest in the Hunland tarried, for death was their doom.
Onward their way they wended far up the stream of Main,
And upward through Eastern Frankland, that armour-glittering line.
By Hagen still were they guided, for all the land knew he.
And Dankwart was their marshal, the hero of Burgundy.
On through the land of the East-Franks, through Swanfeld are they gone.
It was like a procession of princes as the stately ranks swept on,
Kings and their high-born kinsmen, heroes of world-sung fame.
So at the twelfth day’s dawning the King to the Danube came.
There rode Hagen of Troneg afront of all the rest,