Then cried the son of Aldrian:
“Woe for the ills I bear!
Make way, ye Hunnish warriors,
and let me to the air,
That the wind’s breath may cool me,
a battle-weary wight!”
Right royally he bore him
in all the people’s sight.
Then cried the son of Aldrian:
“Woe for the ills I bear!
Make way, ye Hunnish warriors,
and let me to the air,
That the wind’s breath may cool me,
a battle-weary wight!”
Right royally he bore him
in all the people’s sight.