Then spake unto her children / Ute the noble dame:
"At home ye here should tarry, / ye knights full high in fame.
Me dreamt but yester even / a case of direst need,
How that in this country / all the feathered fowl were dead."
"Who recketh aught of dreamings," / Hagen then replied,
"Distraught is sure his counsel / when trouble doth betide,
Or he would of his honor / have a perfect care.
I counsel that my master / straight to take his leave prepare.
"Gladly shall we journey / into Etzel's land;
There at their master's service / may good knights ready stand,
For that we there shall witness / Kriemhild's festivity."
That Hagen gave such counsel, / rue anon full sore did he.
Yet in sooth far other / than this had been his word,
Had not with bitter mocking / Gernot his anger stirred.
He spake to him of Siegfried / whom Kriemhild loved so,
And said: "Therefore the journey / would Hagen willingly forego."
Then spake of Tronje Hagen: / "Through fear I nothing do.
Whenever will ye, Masters, / set straight your hand thereto,
With you I'll gladly journey / unto Etzel's land."
Many a shield and helmet / there hewed anon his mighty hand.