“Your gift I’ll now requite you,
most noble Rüdeger—
Howe’er these high-born warriors
themselves towards you bear—
To wit that here in battle
you ne’er shall feel my hand,
Though all by you should perish
of the Burgundian land.”
“Your gift I’ll now requite you,
most noble Rüdeger—
Howe’er these high-born warriors
themselves towards you bear—
To wit that here in battle
you ne’er shall feel my hand,
Though all by you should perish
of the Burgundian land.”