All whom they would had they suffered by this to pass from within; Then again brake forth in the feast-hall a yet more fearful din. Grimly the guests avenged them for the broken troth and the wrong. Ha, how were the helmets cloven by the arm of Volker the strong! To the clash of that deadly music King Gunther turned him about-- "Hearst thou the tunes, O Hagen, that Volker beateth out On the heads of the Huns, whosoever essay the door that he keeps? Red are the strings of the viol whereover his swift bow leaps!" "Sore is mine heart above measure for this thing," Hagen replied, "That in this hall-feast I am sundered afar from the good thane's side Ever was I his comrade, and he true comrade to me. We will dwell, if we win home ever, in love and loyalty. Behold, Lord King, is Volker to thee not faithful-souled? Nobly he earneth guerdon of thy silver and thy gold! His viol-bow goeth cleaving the adamant steel in twain, And the gemmed helm-crests are shattered and scattered in flashing rain. Never beheld I minstrel stand such a lord of the fray As Volker the thane hath proved him on this his glory-day. Hark, how through helm and shield-plate his measures clash and gride! He shall yet wear kingly raiment, and goodly steeds bestride." So fought they on, till of Hunfolk that in that hall had been Through all its mist of slaughter no living man was seen. There was none to fight, and the uproar was hushed, the tumult died. From their hands the aweless heroes laid now their swords aside. XXXIV. How they cast forth the Dead {P. 275} Then sat them down the warriors to rest them toil-forspent. But forth of the feast-hall doorway Volker and Hagen went; And leaning upon their bucklers, as in scorn of foes without, Spake they together, casting at the Hunfolk gibe and flout. Then cried the Prince Burgundian, Giselher the thane: "We may not, O friends belovèd, resting longer remain. We must needs first hale the corpses forth of the palace-hall; For our foes, I say of a surety, again upon us will fall. Nowise it befitteth that longer clogging our feet they lie. Ere the foe in the storm of battle from us wrest victory, Deep wounds will we hew full many, and sweet is the thought unto me; Yea, my heart is set on the war-feast," said Giselher, "steadfastly." "Glad am I that such a war-lord I have!" cried Hagen the grim. "This counsel well beseemeth no meaner knight than him, But such an one as the young Prince hath proved him to-day in your sight: And for this, O thanes Burgundian, blithe be your hearts and light!"