And to the shore he waded. Then on that warrior brave
Came a shower of lances; like snowflakes falling thickly,
Fast they fell around him, shot by the Hegeling foemen, thronging quickly.
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Then from the clash of sword-blades a mighty noise arose.
Those who would slay wild Hagen soon beneath his blows
Were seen to reel and stagger. Hettel, the noble fighter,
Drew near to Hilda’s father; at this the maiden wept, with tears most bitter.
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It was indeed a wonder, as we the tale have heard,