Enough were they for a kingdom who lay, unwounded, dying.
The Normans who o’erthrew them, on all sides too, I ween, in death were lying.
[871]
It was to save his daughter that there King Hettel fought,
And all his kinsmen with him. On every side were wrought,
By him and those who helped him, havoc and bitter sorrow.
Dead on the Wulpensand were many bodies found before the morrow.
[872]
Unto their lords all faithful, they strove upon the sand,—
Alike the men of Normandy and they of the Hegeling land.