We now will ride to my castle, and there to rest betake us;
Men the gates will open, and wine for us will pour, and mead will make us.”
[1453]
Fallen knights full many they left on the field behind:
Were these of the land the owners, still with no braver mind
They then had met the onset. Those for the gates now striving,
By Wâ-te and his thousand were not allowed to reach the castle living.
[1454]
He with a host of fighters near the gates was seen,
When Hartmut with his followers sought to come within;