Now lay dead and wounded; these must they be leaving:
Three thousand men or over were mourned by friends, who tears to each were giving.
[1562]
Now their ships went smoothly, the winds for them were good:
Bearing home their booty they came in happy mood.
How it was done I know not, they sent on men before them
Unto the Hegeling ladies: of what had them befallen they tidings bore them.
[1563]
With all their speed they hastened,— that I well can say,—
And reached at last their kingdom,— I cannot tell the day.