carry.

When the stalwart Hagen saw the shield borne forth, the knight of
Troneg spake full grim of mood: "How now, King Gunther? How we
shall lose our lives! She you would make your love is the
devil's bride, in truth."

Hear now about her weeds; enow of these she had; she wore a
surcoat of silk of Azagoue, (3) noble and costly. Many a lordly
stone shone in contrast to its color on the person of the queen.

Then was brought forth for the lady a spear, sharp, heavy, and
large, the which she cast all time, stout and unwieldy, mickle
and broad, which on its edges cut most fearfully. Of the spear's
great weight hear wonders told. Three and one half weights (4)
of iron were wrought therein, the which scarce three of
Brunhild's men could bear. The noble Gunther gan be sore afraid.
Within his heart he thought: "What doth this mean? How could the
devil from hell himself escape alive? Were I safe and sound in
Burgundy, long might she live here free of any love of mine."

Then spake Hagen's brother, the valiant Dankwart: "The journey to
this court doth rue me sore. We who have ever borne the name of
knights, how must we lose our lives! Shall we now perish at the
hands of women in these lands? It doth irk me much, that ever I
came unto this country. Had but my brother Hagen his sword in
hand, and I mine, too, then should Brunhild's men go softly in
their overweening pride. This know for sure, they'd guard
against it well. And had I sworn a peace with a thousand oaths,
before I'd see my dear lord die, the comely maid herself should