He lifted his voice, and to Hagen across the water he cried:
“Thou murderer and faithless, what had I done unto thee
That thine heart should devise the drowning of a guiltless priest, even me?”
(C) Fierce answer flung back Hagen: “Shaveling, refrain thee from speech!
By my troth, ’tis for this I am sorry, that now thou art out of the reach
Of the hands that be fain to slay thee! No gibe, but the truth it is.”
Made answer the priest all-hapless: “I praise God ever for this!
(C) Full little now do I dread thee, know this for verity!
Now fare ye on into Hunland, and back over Rhine will I.
May God vouchsafe to thee never to come over Rhine again!