Small honour should it bring me, if the death-stroke now I should smite.
Nay, rather will I make trial if yet I may constrain
Even thee to become my captive.” With peril he did it and pain.
Mighty of thews was Dietrich: his shield from his arm he slipped;
He sprang upon Hagen of Troneg, and with sinewy hands he gripped.
And so at the last overmastered was the warrior aweless-bold;
And Gunther the noble beheld it exceeding sorrowful-souled.
Then Dietrich bound Sir Hagen, and he led that battle-thrall
Unto where was the high-born Kriemhild; and the bravest knight of all
That ever with sword were girded, to her hands he rendered up.