Spake of the train of Kriemhild to the King a certain knight:
“Troneg is the warrior’s birthplace, his father Aldrian hight.
How blithely soever he bear him, a grim stark foeman he is.
I trow, ere long shall I prove it, that utter truth is this.”
“Nay, how should I learn that the hero is in battle so grim?” he replied;
For as yet had the King no knowledge of the snares of death spread wide
Around the feet of her kinsmen by the Queen for revenge who yearned—
So wide, that back from the Hunland no man of them all returned.
“Well knew I Aldrian,” spake he: “my liegeman he was of old.
Praise at my court he won him and honour manifold: