Right good at need as a helper, and a stay unto men distressed.
From the saddle that dauntless baron sprang by the river-side,
And the bridle of his charger straightway to a tree hath he tied.
In flood were the mighty waters, no boat might any see.
Then were the Niblung warriors in sore perplexity
How they should win thereover, so broad was the rolling flood.
Down lighted beside the river full many a warrior good.
“Evil may well befall thee,” said Hagen, “in this place.
See, Lord of Rhineland, the peril stareth thee in the face.
Over-bank are the great flood-waters: too strong is their rush to essay: