The while that the viol-minstrel spake thus angerly,
Around him Hagen the dauntless cast a scornful eye;
And he said: “Ye have heard good counsel from the minstrel battle-keen.
Get you hence to your lodging, ye men of Kriemhild the Queen!
Whatsoe’er be your purpose of malice, now shall it nowise speed.
Come early to us to-morrow, if ye fain would essay some deed,
And leave us way-worn warriors to rest in peace this night.
It was ever the wont of true men to do their deeds in the light.”
Then brought they the guests Burgundian to a hall both great and wide;
For all that throng of warriors was it dight for the slumber-tide