There were they constrained to tarry for the space of one whole day
And the night that followed thereafter: right well entreated were they.
Thence riding forth and onward, unto Rüdiger’s land they passed,
And to him the joyful tidings of their coming sped full fast.
Now when by the night’s rest strengthened those way-worn warriors were,
And by this were drawing nearer to the land of Rüdiger,
There, hard by the marches sleeping, on a certain man did they light,
From whose side was stolen by Hagen a goodly glaive of fight.
Now the name of the sleeper was Eckwart, a good and noble knight;
And exceeding sorrowful-hearted was he for his swordless plight,