Among the yeomen’s lances
arose a clashing sound.
Then up again rose Hagen,
who, whilom on the ground
From Gelfrat’s blow, had fallen
upon the meadow-grass.
His mood, methinks, to Gelfrat
of sort ungentle was.
Among the yeomen’s lances
arose a clashing sound.
Then up again rose Hagen,
who, whilom on the ground
From Gelfrat’s blow, had fallen
upon the meadow-grass.
His mood, methinks, to Gelfrat
of sort ungentle was.