"'Lo, here cometh Siegfried the stalwart, the Low Land's hero renowned!'-- Good sooth, a weird adventure mid the Niblung men he found! Then Schilbung and Nibelung greeted the hero with courteous speech; And now do the high-born princes that stranger knight beseech That himself would consent between them that mighty treasure to share; And they hung so sore upon him that he yielded at last to their prayer. Such wealth of precious gemstones he beheld, as telleth the tale, That fivescore wains had sufficed not that treasure thence to hale: There were heaps yet huger of red gold, the wealth of the Niblung land: And all that hoard must be portioned by the aweless Siegfried's hand. And for hire did they give to the hero King Niblung's dwarf-wrought sword-- But, ere all was done, for their guerdon they won them an evil reward; Yea, enforced was Siegfried to deal them therewith great slaughter and grim; For his sharing might nowise content them, and they turned their fury on him. (C) So there in the midst that treasure yet all unportioned lay; And fell on the hero the war-thanes of either king's array. But he thrust and he hewed with Balmung, their sire's enchanted sword, Nor stayed, till his might had wrested from the Niblung men the Hoard. Twelve fearful battle-helpers 'gainst that lone warrior fought, Strong men, and in stature giants; but their might availed them nought, For the hand of Siegfried smote them in his fury of battle-lust. Seven hundred knights of the Niblung land he laid in the dust {P. 14} With the Sword, the good sword Balmung of the world-renownèd name. And the heart of many a champion for terror as water became, Quelled by the lightning-flasher and its lord's undaunted mood. Yea, the Niblung land and her castles were under his might subdued. Yea, those two kings in the battle he met, and he smote them dead; Yet himself through the might of Albrich the Dwarf was sorely bestead; For the vassal dwarf burned fiercely to avenge his liege-lords slain, Till quelled by the might of Siegfried his purpose he needs must refrain. That demon-dwarf all vainly strove with the hero's might: Like the grapple of raging lions round the mountain stormed their fight, Till the Hood of Darkness was yielded by Albrich to this new lord, And Siegfried the Terrible master was left of the Niblung Hoard, For all which had dared to withstand him on that stricken field lay slain. Then bade he bear that treasure to the mountain-fastness again Whence the Niblung vassals had haled it forth as the dead kings bade; And the warder of the treasure strong Alberich he made. By an oath most mighty he bound him his thrall, to be faithful and true, And ever in loyal service his uttermost bidding to do."