Then unto Giselher turned him Wolfhart amidst of the fight.
Many a wound wide-gaping did strong knight deal unto knight.
To meet the Prince with fury so eager Wolfhart flashed,
That over his head from the blood-pools by his feet were the red drops dashed.
With stern strokes swift as the lightning did the son of Uta the fair
Unto Wolfhart the dauntless champion give terrible welcome there.
How stark soe’er was the hero, death on his foe’s sword hung.
Never more dreadless valour was found in a prince so young!
He smote, and through Wolfhart’s hauberk that gallant heart he found,
So that forth of the wound outrushing his life-blood streamed to the ground;