Mighty of mould was the hero, as the soothfast songs declare,
Exceeding broad in the shoulders and deep of chest, and his hair
By this was a sable silvered; sinewy, long of limb,
As a king was he stately in going, and his face as death was grim.
Then all the thanes Burgundian into hostels did they bring;
But the train of the squires of Gunther were sundered far from the King.
It was done by the Queen’s devising, for the hate that to him she bare.
Slain ere long in their hostels all those henchmen were.
Dankwart the brother of Hagen was marshal of all that train,
And to him did the King commit them, charging him once and again