Hettel hoped, in his struggle, help from them to be gaining,
For they were daring fighters: one saw the blood beneath their helmets raining.
[875]
How could he who led them have braver or bolder been?
That day he dimmed with life-blood many breastplates’ sheen;
Siegfried it was, unyielding in storm of battle ever.
How could the Danish Fru-te, or even Wâ-te the old, have shown them braver?
[876]
Thickly hurled were lances, hither and thither thrown:
Ortwin, with his followers, in hopeful mood came on;