With crashing of shivering lances then met their men withal.
Swift to his feet leapt Hagen, more terrible from that fall
Wherein by his enemy’s lance-thrust he was hurled from the selle to the sward.
As flaming fire against Gelfrat was the wrath of Troneg’s lord.
I know not in battle-travail who held each warrior’s steed,
For both had voided the saddle, and face to face on the mead
Stood they, Hagen and Gelfrat: then each at the other sprang.
Knights aided their lords: all round them the din of conflict rang.
How furiously soever Hagen on Gelfrat leapt,
Yet the sword of the noble Margrave from the hero’s buckler swept