The sea gave back his shouting,— truly his strength was good,—
He bade them help to land him, their wounds by them unheeded;
Glad were they to do it: thereby were spears in many hearts imbedded.
[502]
Hagen now drew nearer, not far was he from the sand;
His sword it clattered loudly; Hettel, near at hand,
Was standing by the water, on the seashore waiting:
There, with daring followers, deeds he did that praise should aye be meeting.
[503]
Hagen, wild with anger, leaped into the wave,