For now after Christian custom the bells of prime rang clear.
The chanting was but a discord: sooth, marvel therein was none
That Christian men and heathen sang not in unison.
Yet minded to go to the minster were they of Gunther’s train;
And they rose up all from the couches whereon through the night they had lain.
Then did the warriors clothe them in such royal-rich array
That to no king’s kingdom ever in any after-day
Brought heroes goodlier vesture. But wroth waxed Hagen thereat,
And he cried: “It were well ye arrayed you in other raiment than that!
Ye know too well of a surety how doth the matter stand.