“For this shall he not go scatheless, yon greybeard Hildebrand!
Low lieth my battle-helper, slain by the hero’s hand,
The truest and best war-fellow that ever stood by my side.”
He swung up his shield: fierce-hewing on the vengeance-quest he hied.
Then dealt Helfrich the stalwart unto Dankwart a deadly blow:
Unto Giselher and Gunther ’twas a grievous sight enow
When there they beheld him fallen in death’s strong agony;
Yet his own hands had avenged him, and not alone did he lie.
(C) For all that so many thousands had gathered from many a land,
With their princes mighty-armoured, against that little band,