“The Fiend a gift do I bring thee!” cried Hagen in savage scorn.
“’Tis enough for me that I carry the shield on mine arm that is borne,
And the harness about my body, and mine helm bright-glittering,
And the sword at my side—they suffice me: nothing to thee do I bring.”
(C) “Nay, never think thou,” she answered, “that it is for the gold I care.
I need not to stint my bounty, enough have I and to spare.
But the murderer, twice a robber, who hath stol’n from my life its light,
The spoiler of helpless women, him would I fain requite!”
Then spake that Daughter of Princes to Burgundy’s warriors all:
“It fits not that ye bear weapons here in the royal hall.