For the weapon lost through the passing of heroes the while he slept.
He was warder of Rüdiger’s marches, but for once ill guard had he kept.
“Ah, woe is me,” cried Eckwart, “that I wake to know this shame!
Alas for me, that ever the Burgundians hitherward came!
Siegfried’s death was the well-spring of all my calamity!
Alas for my betrayal of Rüdiger’s trust in me!”
Full well was heard by Hagen the sorrow of that good knight.
He restored him his sword, and he added six armlets of red gold bright:
“Take these for thy guerdon, hero, and be thou a friend to us now.
Though here unguarded thou liest, a valiant thane art thou.”