Where no man’s eye beheld him, and there close-barred he lay.
Then Gunther the noble uplifted his voice, and aloud he cried:
“The Hero of Bern hath wronged me!—from my vengeance where doth he hide?”
Hasted to meet him Dietrich the Lord of Bern forthright;
But Gunther’s battle-prowess was worthy of such a knight:
Not for his coming he tarried, but adown the stairway sprang.
Clashed their meeting war-glaives with a passing-deadly clang.
How proved soever was Dietrich in prowess of olden fame,
Such madness of battle-fury now upon Gunther came,
Unto such fell hate of his foeman was he stung by grief and pain,