“Woe for these sorrowful tidings! Is Rüdiger verily slain?

This shall to me be anguish beyond all former pain.

The noble Lady Gotlind is mine own dear cousin’s child!

Alas for the hapless orphans in Bechlaren’s halls exiled!”

With sorrow of heart and pity for that death wrung was his breast.

Then brake he forth into weeping, for the hero was sore distrest:

“Alas for the loyal helper that in him is lost unto me!

O good knight of King Etzel, evermore must I mourn for thee!

Canst, Master Hildebrand, tell me how died he, and cause me to know

How named was the knight Burgundian who dealt him that death-blow?”