Stirred with warlike bustle was all the Waalisch strand.
Thither to King Hettel flocked his champions daring;
Friends as well as foemen soon towards the self-same spot were faring.
[498]
Now had Hagen also reached the sandy shore,
And men at him were hurling the spears they bravely bore:
Those upon the seashore well their lives then guarded
From the stormy Irish onset; but wounds yet all the more their bravery rewarded.
[499]
How seldom would a father have wished to send his child