“Seeing my doom avails not
to ward from me this ill,
Now tell me, of the guest-folk
are any living still?”
Then Master Hildebrand answer’d:
“God knoweth, only twain—
Hagen to wit, and Gunther
the noble king—remain.”
“Seeing my doom avails not
to ward from me this ill,
Now tell me, of the guest-folk
are any living still?”
Then Master Hildebrand answer’d:
“God knoweth, only twain—
Hagen to wit, and Gunther
the noble king—remain.”