Let sink my battle-banners,” he cried, “the fight is done!”
For peace he made entreaty; peace was vouchsafed anon.
Yet himself must fare as hostage afar to Gunther’s land
Beneath the hard constraining of dauntless Siegfried’s hand.
So ceased the weary warriors with one consent from the fight;
And many a shattered helmet and shield to left and to right
Did they cast from their hands; nor any of all on the field that lay,
But blood-besprent from the hewing of Burgundia’s swords were they.
From the field, by the right of the victor, what captives they would did they lead:
And the swift war-helpers, Gernot and Hagen, took order with heed