At Heimburg the ancient city did the wayfarers rest that night.
How vast was the tale of their army none could number aright,
Nor say with what countless legions on through the land they rode.
Ha, what fair dames in the home-land the coming of these abode!
At Misenburg the wealthy aboard of ships did they go.
’Neath the host of the men and the horses did the waters hidden flow;
It seemed as the dry land fleeted away in one long stream!
Now journeyed the way-worn women lulled in a restful dream.
Galley to goodly galley was lashed with hawsers taut
To the end that by wave and current might no disarray be wrought;