I weened that thou couldst bear thee more bravely before a foe!”
Then Master Hildebrand answered: “For that thing me dost thou mock?
Who was it that sat all deedless on his shield by the Wasken-rock,
When so many of his own kinsmen were killed by Walter of Spain?
Of a truth, upon thine own honour there lieth many a stain!”
“Peace!” cried the noble Dietrich, “such knights doth it misbeseem
With words to rail on each other, as when old shrews scold and scream
Hildebrand, I forbid it: speak thou here no more.
A homeless knight, with sorrow enow mine heart is sore!
Answer me, Hero Hagen,” said Dietrich yet again;