“God guerdon thee for thine armlets!” Eckwart the knight replied.
“Yet must I surely sorrow that ye to the Huns will ride.
Thou wast the slayer of Siegfried: here hate is undying still.
Look well to thyself!—I counsel in all faith and good-will.”
“Why then, may God protect us,” spake Hagen answering;
“But now these thanes be troubled concerning none other thing
Save for their harbourage only—my lords and their vassals withal—
Even where we shall rest and refresh us at this day’s evenfall:
For by this forspent be our horses with the weary way they have gone;
And consumed is all our victual”—Hagen the thane spake on—