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218 spake Dankwart, the knight, in their pursuit: “Let us turn soon on this road and let them ride, for they be wet with blood. Haste we to our friends, this I advise you of a truth.”

When they were come again, where the scathe had happed, Hagen of Troneg spake: “Heroes, prove now what doth fail us here, or whom we have lost in the strife through Gelfrat’s wrath.”

Four they had lost whom they must needs bewail. But they had been paid for dearly; for them a hundred or better from the Bavarian land were slain. From their blood the shields of the men of Troneg were dimmed and wet. Through the clouds there partly broke the gleam of the shining moon, as Hagen spake again: “Let none make known to my dear lords what we have wrought here to-day. Let them rest without care until the morn.”

When those who just had fought were now come again, the fellowship was full weary from the way. “How long must we still ride?” asked many a man.

Then spake the bold Dankwart: “We may not find lodgings here, ye must all ride until the day be come.”

The doughty Folker, who had charge of the fellowship, bade ask the marshal: “Where may we find a place to-night, where our steeds may rest and our dear lords as well?”

Bold Dankwart answered: “I cannot tell you that, we may not rest till it begin to dawn. Wherever then we find a chance, we’ll lay us down upon the grass.”

How loth it was to some when they heard this tale! They remained unmarked with their stains of warm red blood, until the sun shot his gleaming light against