Should I stand in revenge triumphant—small were my grief, I trow!”
Then clashed Gibeke and Schrutan with the strangers front to front,
And with them Hornbog and Ramung, after the Hunnish wont:
Yet stayed by the knights Burgundian were the onsets of them all.
The splintered spear-shafts whirling flew over the palace-wall.
Yet, how featly they rode soever, it was nought but empty sound.
With clanging of smitten bucklers rang wide echoes round
From mansion and hall, as the champions of Gunther clashed with the Hun.
High praise and glorious honour by his mighty men were won.
So strenuous was their pastime as in grapple of giants they met,