Had brought the lovely Hilda from her Irish fatherland,
Whence they the maid had stolen, to her father Hagen’s sorrow.
Many, sound and healthy, must sorely fear for their lives before the morrow.
[496]
Hettel was soon heard shouting and calling aloud to his men:
“Be on your guard, brave fighters! Who never gold did gain,
To him it shall be measured, in handfuls, without weighing.
Let this be not forgotten,— that now your Irish foes you may be slaying.”
[497]
Bearing then their weapons, down they rushed to the sand;