Dead lie our fellows guiltless: it is they have entreated them thus!”
“Must I,” said the valiant hero, “be the chamber-sentinel?
In presence of kings so mighty the office liketh me well.
Dear as I cherish mine honour, I will faithfully guard yon stair.”
At his word on the knights of Kriemhild fell the shadow of despair.
“Now exceeding sorely I marvel,” rang Hagen’s bitter jeer,
“What secret the Hunfolk whisper each in his fellow’s ear.
I ween they would gladly spare him who watcheth yonder the door,
Who unto the men Burgundian such royal tidings bore!
Long time since, I bethink me, have I heard Queen Kriemhild say