We must needs first hale the corpses forth of the palace-hall;
For our foes, I say of a surety, again upon us will fall.
Nowise it befitteth that longer clogging our feet they lie.
Ere the foe in the storm of battle from us wrest victory,
Deep wounds will we hew full many, and sweet is the thought unto me;
Yea, my heart is set on the war-feast,” said Giselher, “steadfastly.”
“Glad am I that such a war-lord I have!” cried Hagen the grim.
“This counsel well beseemeth no meaner knight than him,
But such an one as the young Prince hath proved him to-day in your sight:
And for this, O thanes Burgundian, blithe be your hearts and light!”