Of the death of your friends and kinsmen, of the travail of battle-strain—
Good knights, were your hearts not smitten with ruth by reason of this?
Ah me! unto me how bitter the death of Rüdiger is!
Such cruel wrong unto no man ever on earth was wrought!
Little enow on mine anguish and your own hard strait ye thought!
Whatsoever was mine of joyance, by you slain lieth here.
Never shall end my mourning for these I have held so dear!”
“Not wholly are we so guilty,” Hagen made reply;
“For against us to this hallway all thy thanes drew nigh,
Full-harnessed all as for battle, an exceeding great array.