[Sidenote:  Beginning of hostilities.] After mass a tournament was held, Dietrich and Ruediger virtuously abstaining from taking part in it, lest some mishap should occur through their bravery, and fan into flames the smoldering fire of discord.  In spite of all these precautions, however, the threatened disruption nearly occurred when Volker accidentally slew a Hun; and it was avoided only by King Etzel’s prompt interference.

Kriemhild, hearing of this accident, vainly tried to use it as an excuse to bribe Dietrich, or his man Hildebrand, to slay her foe.  She finally won over Bloedelin, the king’s brother, by promising him a fair bride.  To earn this reward the prince went with an armed host to the hall where all the Burgundian squires were feasting under Dankwart’s care, and there treacherously slew them all, Dankwart alone escaping to the king’s hall to join his brother Hagen.

In the mean while Etzel was entertaining his mailed guests, and had sent for his little son, whom he placed in Gunther’s lap, telling him that he would soon send the boy to Burgundy to be educated among his mother’s kin.

All admired the graceful child except Hagen, who gruffly remarked that the child appeared more likely to die early than to live to grow up.  He had just finished this rude speech, which filled Etzel’s heart with dismay, when Dankwart burst into the room, exclaiming that all his companions had been slain, and calling to Hagen for aid.

“’Be stirring, brother Hagen; you’re sitting all too long. 
To you and God in heaven our deadly strait I plain: 
Yeomen and knights together lie in their quarters slain.’”

          
                                                                  Nibelungenlied (Lettsom’s tr.).

[Sidenote:  Ortlieb slain.] The moment Hagen heard these tidings he sprang to his feet, drew his sword, and bade Dankwart guard the door and prevent the ingress or egress of a single Hungarian.  Then he struck off the head of the child Ortlieb, which bounded into Kriemhild’s lap, cut off the minstrel Werbel’s hand, and began hewing right and left among the Hungarians, aided by all his companions, who manfully followed his example.

Dismayed at this sudden turn of affairs, the aged King Etzel “sat in mortal anguish,” helplessly watching the massacre, while Kriemhild shrieked aloud to Dietrich to protect her from her foes.  Moved to pity by her evident terror, Dietrich blew a resounding blast on his horn, and Gunther paused in his work of destruction to inquire how he might serve the man who had ever shown himself a friend.  Dietrich answered by asking for a safe-conduct out of the hall for himself and his followers, which was immediately granted.

“’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 grace forever I’ll at your service be.’”
Nibelungenlied (Lettsom’s
tr.).