And under that mighty heart-fence would the fair one play the play.
From left unto right within it did a goodly arm-brace pass
With emeralds set thereover, green as the lealand grass;
And their sight-bewildering sparklings flashed o’er the gold thereof.
Sooth, valour he needed and prowess who would win that maiden’s love!
Stood a boss out in front of the buckler, as the olden bard hath sung;
It was three whole spans in thickness, yet lightly its mass she swung.
With burnished steel and with gleaming gold full rich was the shield;
And scarce could her chamberlain, holpen of three, bear this to the field.
Now soon as Hagen the stalwart beheld that Targe of Dread,