Through all its mist of slaughter no living man was seen.
There was none to fight, and the uproar was hushed, the tumult died.
From their hands the aweless heroes laid now their swords aside.
XXXIV.
How they cast forth the Dead
Then sat them down the warriors to rest them toil-forspent.
But forth of the feast-hall doorway Volker and Hagen went;
And leaning upon their bucklers, as in scorn of foes without,
Spake they together, casting at the Hunfolk gibe and flout.
Then cried the Prince Burgundian, Giselher the thane:
“We may not, O friends belovèd, resting longer remain.