Volker, the minstrel knight, took his place by the palace door to watch for any new foe, but there were none who dared attack them. The Huns lacked courage, while Dietrich of Bern, and Rüdiger, who had bold knights at their command, not only shunned the strife but bitterly lamented that it had ever occurred. _Chapter XXX_ _The Night of Terror_ Not long were the Burgundians to enjoy repose, however, for fresh bodies of Huns came pouring in from all sides, and soon Etzel and Kriemhild had mustered another force; nor was it easy to repel them, by reason of their great numbers. The onslaught and defence did last Till hindered by the night. Those dauntless guests beyond all praise With Etzel’s men did fight The whole of one long Summer’s day-- So do the legends tell-- Hella! what thousands of brave men By Burgund weapons fell. Thus night came on, and gladly would the war-worn heroes have sought a speedy death. Their thoughts also turned toward peace, and they made known to the Huns that they would have speech with the King. Word was sent to Etzel, and he forthwith appeared, with Kriemhild, before the palace, upon the stairway of which stood the three princes in their blood-stained armor, and behind them Hagen and Volker and Dankwart. Then Etzel spoke: “What would ye have with me? ’Twere vain to sue for peace, for never so long as I have breath shall it be granted to those who so cruelly have slain my only child and many of my kin!” Günther answered that it had been forced upon them, while Giselher, turning to the Huns, cried out: “What charge against me do ye bring? Did I not come hither in all peace and friendship to your land?” The knights replied: “Already hath such friendship cost us dear! Full many a widowed wife and orphaned child have bitter cause to wish thou ne’er hadst left the Rhine!” Again Günther sought to make peace; but Etzel would hear naught thereof. “Your griefs are not as mine,” he said, “for to my loss is added shame; nor may it be effaced save with your blood. Wherefore, I say, not one of you shall depart hence with his life!” Then said the youthful Giselher: “O beauteous sister mine, I little treachery feared when thou Didst bid me cross the Rhine. “To thee I’ve ever faithful been, Nor grief nor sorrow wrought, Believing that thou heldst me dear, To bring thee joy I sought. Nor can I think thou’lt wish me ill; Be still my sister true! With kindly judgment look on us, Sure less thou canst not do.” Once more a ray of love warmed Kriemhild’s sorely wounded heart, and she replied: “Now if Sir Hagen you’ll agree Into my hands to give, Then will I not refuse to grant That ye three all shall live; Since ye in truth my brethren are And from one mother spring, Of further mercy I’ll consult With those about the King.” “Now, Heaven forbid!” cried Gernot. “Far rather death than such disloyalty!”