But of all his mighty possessions would Rüdiger’s princely soul
Spare nought in his lavish bounty: whatsoever any might crave,
Unto none he denied or begrudged it; to the heroes gladly he gave.
Before the gate of the castle the squires brought harness-dight
Long lines of goodly horses: then came forth many a knight
Unto where the steeds stood waiting. Their shields on their arms they bare,
For thence would they now be riding unto Etzel’s land to fare.
But, or ever the high-born strangers forth of the feast-hall strode,
Freely the host on the heroes the gifts of his love had bestowed.
He could live wealth-crowned with honour, how largely he gave soe’er.