So great was the strength of Dietrich, its measure may not be told.
Then heard that shout King Gunther, and he hearkened thereunto
As it pealed o’er the battle-tempest, and the voice of the hero he knew;
And he cried: “The voice of Dietrich!—it fell on mine ear but now.
Our knights in the battle have smitten a friend of his, I trow.
There on the table I see him: he beckoneth with his hand.
Ho ye, my friends and kinsmen, knights of Burgundia-land,
From the strife for a little refrain you, that so we may hear and see
What hurt hath been done unto Dietrich by them of my company.”
So the knights at the prayer of Gunther, at the warrior king’s behest,