Shouting to Etzel’s servants, “Back! bar my path no more!”
Behold, with the blood of slaughter all his apparel dripped,
And a sword exceeding mighty unsheathed in his hand he gripped.
(C) In that instant it was, when Dankwart through the portal entered so,
That men were bearing Ortlieb through the feast-hall to and fro
From table unto table to the princes one after one—
And now through his evil tidings was the innocent undone!
For loud and clear cried Dankwart in the presence of all that throng:
“Thou sittest, O brother Hagen, here at thine ease too long!
Unto you and to God in Heaven of wrong unto us I complain.