Than Iring, Lord of the Marches, a knight from the land of the Dane;
And in sooth in no long season he proved it in battle-strain.
XXXV.
How Iring fought and died
Then shouted the Margrave Iring, the lord of the Danefolk’s land:
“Ever on quest of honour have I set mine heart and hand,
And have done my best endeavour where surges of fight tossed high.
Bring me mine harness! My prowess against yon Hagen I try.”
“Thou shalt do it to thy destruction!” did Hagen scornfully say.
“Thou shouldst better bid these Hunfolk to shrink yet farther away.
Though twain, yea, three of you rushing essay to win this hall,