In haste he armed him, and thither he ran, and behold, he found
That noble stranger-warrior, and the giant warder bound.
Of fiery mood was Albrich, and mighty strength he had:
In hauberk-rings and in helmet was his body for battle clad;
And a morning-star huge-headed of gold had he gripped in his hand.
With swift feet rushed he onward unto where did Siegfried stand.
Seven balls spike-studded and massy by chains from the mace-head swung,
Wherewith on the shield that the hero’s arm before him flung
He hailed down blows so bitter that in fragments all it flew,
So that somewhat adread that noble guest for his own life grew.