Seven knots, both hard and heavy,
hung down in front of it,
With which the bold man’s buckler
so ruthlessly he hit—
As in his hand he held it—
that it in pieces fell.
Then was the goodly stranger
in fear for life as well.
Seven knots, both hard and heavy,
hung down in front of it,
With which the bold man’s buckler
so ruthlessly he hit—
As in his hand he held it—
that it in pieces fell.
Then was the goodly stranger
in fear for life as well.