How Siegfried fared to his Knights, the Nibelungen
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Thence went then Siegfried out through the castle door
In his sightless mantle to a boat upon the shore.
As Siegmund's son doth board it him no mortal sees;
And quickly off he steers it as were it wafted by the breeze.
No one saw the boatman, yet rapid was the flight
Of the boat forth speeding driven by Siegfried's might.
They weened that did speed it a swiftly blowing wind:
No, 'twas Siegfried sped it, the son of fairest Siegelind.
In that one day-time and the following night
Came he to a country by dint of mickle might,
Long miles a hundred distant, and something more than this:
The Nibelungen were its people where the mighty hoard was his.
Alone did fare the hero unto an island vast
Whereon the boat full quickly
