I see the stern old Wâ-te before the fourth gate fighting;
My many friends in the castle, I fear indeed must long for us be waiting.
[1463]
“Fly from here I cannot; no wings for this have I;
Nor in the earth can hide me, whatever else I try.
Neither from the foeman to the waves can we be turning:
Now, in our lot so wretched, what best it is to do from me be learning.
[1464]
“Good knights of mine, now hearken; there’s nothing left to do
But, to the ground alighting, their hot life’s-blood to hew