So will I to thee of a surety be beholden all my life.”
“Wherefore so soon,” cried Wolfhart, “a grace of him dost implore?
Yon viol-minstrel hath barred not, I wot, so fast the door,
But that wide ourselves can set it, till we all therethrough have won.”
“Thou, hold thy peace!” said Dietrich, “no smallest deed hast thou done.”
Spake unto him King Gunther: “This I accord unto you.
Lead all forth of the palace, many be they or few,
So they be not my foemen: of these forth goeth none,
For of these foul wrong hath been done me here in the land of the Hun.”
When Dietrich the noble heard it, around the high-born Queen