How Dankwart Slew Gelfrat, XXXVI–LXIV

When those who fought the battle had now rejoin'd the rest, They found them with long travail exhausted and oppress'd. "How long have we to journey?" asked many a champion brave. "Here's neither host nor hostel," was th' answer Dankwart gave,

"You all must until morning ride on as best you can." Next sent the nimble Folker, the leader of the van, To ask the noble marshal, "Where shall we lodge the crew To-night? Where rest the horses and our good masters too?"

Then answer gave bold Dankwart, "That's more than I can say; Rest must we ne'er a moment before the dawn of day, And, wheresoe'er we meet it, lie down upon the green." To most of those who heard him 'twas heavy news, I ween.

Long time remain'd unnotic'd the stains of bloody red, Till the fair sun, up rising, his glittering radiance spread At morn above the mountains; at once the king espied That they had just been fighting, and full of anger cried,

"How now, friend Hagan? so you, it seems, disdain'd To have me for your comrade, when thus with blood was stain'd And dabbled all your hauberks; who put you in that plight?" Said he, "'Twas done by Elsy; he fell on us last night.

"To revenge his ferryman this fierce assault he plann'd There slain was sturdy Gelfrat by my good brother's hand, And Elsy scarce escap'd us; 'faith he was ill bestead. We lost but four companions, and he a hundred dead."

We know not, where that morning the warriors laid them down, Straight learn'd all the people in country and in town, That noble Uta's children to court were on their road. On them a hearty welcome was at Passau soon bestow'd.

Well pleas'd was Bishop Pilgrin, the uncle of the queen. That with so many champions, all cas'd in armor sheen, His proud Burgundian nephews had come into the land. Soon, what good will he bore them, he made them understand.

Along the roads to lodge them their friends all did their best. At Passau room was wanting to harbor every guest; They cross'd perforce the water, where on an open ground Were hasty tents erected, and rich pavilions pitch'd around.

They there were forc'd to tarry the space of one whole day, And eke the night till morning; how well receiv'd were they! Thence to the land of Rudeger they were to ride anew. Swift to him the tidings of their coming flew.

When the way-weary warriors had ta'en some needful rest, And now were close approaching the country of their quest, They found upon the border a man that sleeping lay; Sir Hagan sprung upon him, and took his sword away.

He was call'd Sir Eckewart, that sleep-oppressed knight; Sore griev'd was he and downcast at his defenceless plight, Stripp'd of so strong a weapon, and at a stranger's will. They found the march of Rudeger watch'd and warded ill.

"Woe's me for this dishonor!" the grief-struck warrior cried, "Alas that the Burgundians e'er hither thought to ride! Sure, since I lost Sir Siegfried, all joy is flown from me. Oh, well away, Sir Rudeger, how have I injur'd thee!"

Sir Hagan scarcely waited to hear his sorrows through; He gave him back his weapon, and six red armlets too. "Take these, Sir Knight, as tokens that thou my friend wilt be: Thou'rt a bold chief to slumber thus lonely on the lea."

"God quit you for your armlets!" Sir Eckewart replied; "Yet much, I own, it grieves me that to the Huns you ride. You took the life of Siegfried, all hate you deadly here; As your true friend I warn you; watch well, and wisely fear."

"Now God watch well and ward us," Hagan gave answer back; "No care have these good warriors, save for what now they lack, Fit and convenient quarters; fain would we learn aright Where we, both kings and subjects, may hope to lodge to-night.

"Our steeds by this long journey are ruin'd past a doubt," Said the bold warrior Hagan, "our stores are all run out; Naught's to be had for money; we need (or else we're sped), Some host, who of his goodness to-night would give us bread."

Straight Eckewart made answer, "I'll show you such a host, That scarcely could a better be found in any coast, Than he, who here, assure ye, your coming fain will greet, If you be pleas'd, bold strangers, Sir Rudeger to meet.

"He dwells fast by the highway, and never yet on earth Was there a host more liberal; his heart gives virtues birth, As meadows grass and flowerets in the sweet month of May, To do good knights good service he waxes blithe and gay."

Straight answer'd then King Gunther, "Will you a message take, So ask my dear friend Rudeger, if he will for my sake Me and my kinsmen shelter and all this numerous clan? To serve him ever after I'll do the best I can."

"Fain will I do your bidding," Eckewart replied. With good will off he started; well his spurs he plied, And what he brought to Rudeger he told without delay. To him no such glad tidings had come for many a day.

A knight toward Bechlaren spurr'd fast as fast might be; Rudeger himself discerned him; "On yonder road," said he, "'Tis Kriemhild's liegeman Eckewart, that rides so hot a pace." He thought his foes had harm'd him, and held him still in chase.

To the gate he hurried; the knight there saw he stand, Who straight his sword ungirded, and laid it from his hand. The news that he brought with him he car'd not to withhold From the host and those about him, but straight his story told.

LIX He thus bespake the margrave, "A message you I bring From my good master Gunther, the stout Burgundian king, And Giselher his brother and noble Gernot too; Every one of the warriors sends you his service true.

"The same does also Hagan and Folker bold, as well, With firm entire devotion, and I beside must tell What from the king's marshal I have too in command, That need have the good yeomen of lodging at your hand."

Merrily laugh'd Sir Rudeger as thus he made reply, "I joy to hear these tidings, that kings so great and high Deign to request my service; my zeal they soon shall see; If they my dwelling enter, right happy shall I be."

"Dankwart the marshal also by me the number sends Of those, who seek your homestead with your Burgundian friends; Sixty nimble champions, good knights a thousand too, And yeomen full nine thousand." Right glad the margrave grew.

"In truth I shall be happy," said noble Rudeger, "To see guests of such worship in my poor dwelling here, To whom I have but rarely yet render'd service due. Now ride ye forth to meet them, good friends and kinsmen true."

With that in haste they mounted: forth flew squire and knight, Whate'er their lord commanded, that pass'd with all for right; The better thus their duties they did when need requir'd. Yet nothing knew Dame Gotelind, who sat in power retir'd.