(C) The heart of Etzel the mighty was shaken with grief and groan:
For his kin and his perished liegemen did he make bitter moan.
From many a land around him stood knights on every side,
And wept with the King for the sorrow of that heavy festal tide.
(C) Once more the aweless Volker set him to gibe and jeer:
“Warriors I see full many with false tears weeping here;
But little do they for the helping of their king in his evil case.
They eat the bread of their master to their shame and confusion of face!”
(C) And their best in their hearts acknowledged, “That Volker saith is truth.”
And of all that throng was no man more stung with shame and ruth