Full on the foemen charged he, as chargeth a forest-boar
On the hounds in the wood—was valour like his seen ever before?
Ever gushing as streams from a fountain the hot blood reddened his way.
Did e’er knight single-handed more gallantly turn to bay
Facing such hosts of foemen as in that hour did he?
On pressed to the palace the brother of Hagen triumphantly.
The cupbearers heard and the stewards the bickering blades’ fierce clang,
And they caught at their swords, down casting the cups on the floor that rang:
Some clutched spears, dropping the bakemeats that they to the feast-hall bare;
So when Dankwart won to the palace, fresh foemen thronged the stair.