All in uproar minged; a mighty din arose.
Wâ-te and wild Hagen rushed on each other madly,
Whoe’er could shun their pathway of all the risk he had fled was thinking gladly.
[514]
Hagen laid on Wâ-te many a heavy blow,—
Well his strength he wielded. Their helmets were aglow
With fiery sparks outflashing,— like to brands they glittered;
Each cleft the other’s helmet, and ever still, each other’s blows they bettered.
[515]
The ground beneath was trembling with aged Wâ-te’s stroke: