He fell upon grim Wâ-te, who met his coming gladly;
Now their sword-blades clattered, and many knights lay dead, or wounded badly.
[1467]
When Wâ-te saw young Hartmut the onslaught on him make,
While Fru-te bore the banner, in wrath old Wâ-te spake:
“I hear the swords loud ringing of many pressing near us;
I beg, dear cousin Fru-te, let none come out from the gates; from that now spare us.”
[1468]
Then Wâ-te, wild with anger, did on King Hartmut run;
But he, so brave and daring, the onset would not shun.