That stroke wept many a maiden and matrons many an one.
Straightway returning Hagen came with his hero-train;
With his own threescore warriors he rode the lists again.
On pricked they to where the minstrel had shown them such grim sport.
—Etzel the while and Kriemhild gazed down on the stormy court.
Now also Burgundia’s princes would leave not void of aid
In the midst of unnumbered foemen that minstrel unafraid.
With a thousand heroes behind them, the flower of chivalry,
They rode the lords of the tourney, and their hearts were proud and high.
Now when that knight of the Hunfolk in death had been thus laid low,