“Alas for the place of our resting!” the young Prince Giselher cried,
“And alas for our friends and our kinsmen that hither with us have hied!
With what fair words soever my sister hath bidden us come,
We have won, I sorely fear me, through her hate to the Net of Doom!”
“Nay then, put by misgivings,” said Hagen, “and rest you well.
Myself will to-night be your watchman and slumber-sentinel,
And faithfully will I guard you till morning bringeth the day.
Fear nought till then: thereafter let him keep his head who may.”
Low bowed them unto him all men, and thanked him courteously;
Then on their beds they cast them. Few moments fleeted by