Until I shall know of a surety where now their warriors are.”
And with speed fair Siegelind’s scion stood sheathed in his harness of war.
So the host he committed to Hagen, or ever he rode on the quest,
Even to him and to Gernot, the knight of the dauntless breast.
So into the land of the Saxons rode he forward alone—
Yea, to fashion a tale for the minstrels, a tale of glory won!
Then spied he onward-surging o’er the plain a host of war,
So huge that Burgundia’s warriors by these were outnumbered far;
For their tale was two-score thousand, yea, more than this, I trow.
Then leapt his heart and lightened his eyes with the battle-glow.