Helmets that day he shattered, blows upon them dealing.
Gu-drun was bitterly weeping: her women, too, were deepest sorrow feeling.
[877]
The strife, on both sides, lasted throughout the livelong day;
Longing to reach each other, they crowded to the fray.
There to knights and warriors must the fight go badly,
Where the friends of Hettel to win his daughter back were striving gladly.
[878]
The evening sun sank lower; and for King Hettel now
His losses grew the greater. King Ludwig’s men, I trow,