Said she: “Now hark ye, warriors,
he doth not e’en deny
That he hath work’d my sorrow!
What may befall thereby
To him, ye men of Etzel,
of no account I hold.”
Then look’d on one another
those haughty thanes and bold.
Said she: “Now hark ye, warriors,
he doth not e’en deny
That he hath work’d my sorrow!
What may befall thereby
To him, ye men of Etzel,
of no account I hold.”
Then look’d on one another
those haughty thanes and bold.