The sun with dust was darkened, now from the struggle rising:
Their strength was unabated; still for good name they fought, that both were prizing.
[1469]
What helped it that of Wâ-te men said he was as strong
As six and twenty warriors? Though this was on each tongue,
Yet still to him young Hartmut his knightly skill was showing:
Howe’er his foe was striving, the Norman lord and his men no less were doing.
[1470]
A knight he was most truly, and well indeed he fought;
Of the dead there lay a mountain whom on the field he smote.