And these two friends were beholden of each other never more,
Until she bare unto Hagen the head of her brother slain.
Grim was the vengeance that Kriemhild wreaked upon these twain!
Then went the Queen unto Hagen, and she looked on him, and she spake—
And all the hoarded hatred of years in her voice outbrake:—
“If thou restore me the treasure that thy robber hand hath ta’en,
Peradventure thou mayest living see Burgundy-land again.”
Made answer the grim knight Hagen: “The word is wasted in air,
O noble Daughter of Princes. A certain oath I sware
To reveal the Hoard unto no man:—so long as liveth but one