And while they still were fleeing,
Dankwart the thane call’d out:
“Upon the road right quickly
we ought to turn about
And let them run at leisure:
all wet they are with blood!
Unto our friends return we;
in sooth I deem it good.”
And while they still were fleeing,
Dankwart the thane call’d out:
“Upon the road right quickly
we ought to turn about
And let them run at leisure:
all wet they are with blood!
Unto our friends return we;
in sooth I deem it good.”