She cast back over her shoulder a smile of careless scorn:—
“And he deemeth himself so valiant?—e’en bring them hitherward
Their armour, and give to the heroes each his keen-edged sword!
(C) As little I reck of them whether their harness and swords they bear,”
Spake that Daughter of Princes, “or weaponless stand there.
I fear the strength of no man that is known of me unto this day;
Yea, and I look to o’ermaster yon king in the battle-play.”
When, after the Maid’s commandment, unto these were their weapons brought,
The face of the valiant Dankwart for very joy flushed hot.
“Play now what play ye be minded!” he cried, that goodly thane;