"I see him on the table beckoning with his hand.-- Loving friends and kinsmen of Burgundy's fair land, Hold a little season! let us hear and see What we have done to Dietrich, or what his wish may be." XLI Soon as thus King Gunther begg'd and commanded too, In th' heat of that dire struggle back their swords they drew; Yet more his power effected, that still they stood and stern; Then thus the King of Rhineland bespake the Lord of Bern. XLII Said he, "Right noble Dietrich, has any of my friends Done you here an injury? I'll make you full amends. Be sure, the satisfaction shall with the fault along. In sooth, 'twould inly grieve me, were you to suffer wrong." XLIII Him answer'd good Sir Dietrich, "No cause have I to grieve. Let me with your safe-conduct this hall of Etzel's leave, And quit this bloody banquet with those who follow me, And for this grave for ever I'll at your service be." XLIV "Why beg instead of bidding?" fierce Wolfhart interpos'd, "The door, methinks, yon minstrel has not so firmly clos'd, But we can set it open, and go where'er we will." "Silence!" return'd Sir Dietrich, "the devil prompts thee ill. XLV "I give you full permission," thus noble Gunther spake, "Hence whom you will, Sir Dietrich, or few or many, take, Except my mortal foeman; in Hungary have they Done deadly wrong to Gunther, and here behind must stay." XLVI Then lingered not the Berner; under his arm he took The noble queen all trembling; fear-stricken was her look. On the other side King Etzel away with him he led, Eke many a stately champion forth with Sir Dietrich sped. XLVII The noble Margrave Rudeger then cried, "If any more May quit this house uninjur'd, and pass yon reeking door, Tell us, who ever lov'd you, and now would serve your ends, So peace will last for ever with true and faithful friends." XLVIII Thereto made answer Giselher, the knight of Burgundy, "Let there be peace betwixt us and constant amity, For you were ever faithful, you and your warriors tried, So part ye hence in safety, and all your friends besides." XLIX Soon as the good Sir Rudeger left the blood-reeking hall, There follow'd him stout champions five hundred or more in all. In this the lords of Rhineland did faithfully and well, Yet ruin and destruction King Gunther thence befell. L Just then a knight of Hungary, who saw King Etzel take His way beside Sir Dietrich, came nigh for safety's sake, When him the furious minstrel with such a sword-stroke sped, That at the feet of Etzel straight lay his sever'd head. LI Soon as the Lord of Hungary from th' house had come at last, He turn'd, and on fierce Folker as fierce a glance he cast. "Woe's me for these fell strangers! Oh, grievous strait," he said, "That all my faithful warriors should lie before them dead!