Yea, the last that was yet remaining to the Hunfolk’s stricken land!
Here lieth Rüdiger, slaughtered by some Burgundian hand;
Not one of his liegemen liveth, that with him went into the fight.”
Never could woefuller tidings on the ears of Helfrich smite;
Never so loth in spirit a tale to his lord he bore;
And he came back unto Dietrich weeping and mourning sore.
“What hast thou learnt?—thy tidings?” Dietrich spake forthright.
“Why weepest thou so sorely, O Helfrich, my good knight?”
“Good cause have I for lamenting,” answered the noble thane:
“The good Lord Rüdiger lieth by hands Burgundian slain!”