Fitfully out of the cloud-rack brake the clear moon’s light.
Then to the rest spake Hagen: “Let no man tell this night
To my well-belovèd liege-lords what hap hath befallen us here.
Till the morrow, as touching our welfare, no care let them know nor fear.”
When the rest of the host was o’ertaken by these which had come from the fray,
Behold, all men were complaining for weariness of the way.
“How long must we ride unresting?” many a warrior cried.
Spake Dankwart the brave: “No hostel is here wherein to abide.
Needs must ye still ride onward till breaketh the light of day.”
Then Volker the swift war-helper, which ordered their array,