By this were Gunther’s liegemen one and all laid low,
And all the men of Dietrich. Then did Hildebrand go
Unto where lay Wolfhart dying amidst of a pool of blood,
And in loving arms he clasped him, that gallant knight and good.
Forth of the hall to bear him he would fain have uplifted him;
But he needs must leave him lying, so huge he was of limb.
And the dying eyes of the hero from the blood looked up in his face,
And he knew how fain would his uncle have helped him forth that place.
“Nay, uncle well-belovèd,” the deadly-wounded saith,
“Nought may thine help avail me: it is the hour of death.