To the hall where ranged at the tables the squires with Dankwart sate.
Soon brake there forth between heroes the deadliest of all hate.
In strode the war-thane Blödel, and afront of the board stood grim.
But with friendly courtesy Dankwart the Marshal greeted him:
“With welcoming to our mansion, Lord Blödel, I hail thee now;
Yet I marvel at thy coming. What tidings bringest thou?”
“Thou hast nothing to do to greet me,” sternly Blödel spake;
“Seeing my coming hither an end of thee shall make,
For that Hagen thy brother murdered Siegfried years agone;
For the deed with heroes many shalt thou to the Huns atone.”