... fiddle-bow." "Mickle doth it rue me," Hagen spake again, "That in the hall far severed I am from that bold thane. I was his boon companion and he sworn friend to me: Come we hence ever scatheless, trusty feres we yet shall be. "Behold now, lofty sire, the faith of Volker bold! With will he seeks to win him thy silver and 249.