Gunther and Iring, and starkly each the other they smite;
Yet neither could redden the armour of other with gushing blood,
For the strong-knit links of the harness the edge of the steel withstood.
From Gunther he swiftly hath turned him, and now upon Gernot he springs;
He smiteth his mail, and he heweth flashes of flame from the rings.
But Gernot the lord Burgundian with such stark fury fought,
That to death’s sheer brink his prowess the valiant Iring brought.
But he sprang from the Prince—as a panther’s swift was the leap of the thane—
And four good knights Burgundian with four great strokes hath he slain;
In the noble host of the vassals from Worms over Rhine they came.