Anonymous, Nibelungenlied — Adventure XXV (1909)
“ My dear lords have foes, wherefore I never ferry strangers to this land. If ye love your life, step out quickly on the sand.""Now do it not," spake Hagen; "sad is my mind. Take this good gold from me as a token of my love and ferry us across: a thousand horse and just as many men."The grim boatman answered: "'Twill ne'er be done." He raised a mighty rudder oar, mickle and broad, and struck at Hagen (full wroth he grew at this) , so that he fell upon his knees in the boat. The lord of Troneg had never met so fierce a ferryman. Still more the boatman would vex the haughty stranger. ”
