Thereafter did Hagen tell him that this should never betide;
But now said the Hero of Troneg: “Herein was this my thought,
That if haply any faint-heart thus far on the way have been brought,
Who might think in his fear to forsake us, and return by the way that he came,
He should know that in these wild waters there waited a death of shame.”
There was one in their host who had journeyed forth of Burgundia-land,
And his name of renown was Volker, a hero mighty of hand.
The thoughts of his fearless spirit with a biting tongue would he tell.
Whatsoever was done of Hagen, it liked that minstrel well.
(C) Now when King Gunther’s chaplain saw the wreck drift down the tide,