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Rh then bade the hall be set on fire, and thus they racked the bodies of the knights with fire and flame. Fanned by the breeze, the whole house burst into flames full soon. I ween, no folk did ever gain such great distress. Enow within cried out: “Alack this plight! We would much rather die in stress of battle. It might move God to pity, how we all are lost! The queen now wreaketh monstrously on us her wrath.”

Quoth one of them within: “We must all lie dead. What avail us now the greetings which the king did send us? Thirst from this great heat giveth me such dole, that soon, I ween, my life must ebb away in anguish.”

Then spake Hagen of Troneg: “Ye noble knights and good, let him whom pangs of thirst constrain, drink here this blood. In such great heat, ’tis better still than wine. We can purvey us at this time none better.”

One of the warriors hied him then to where he found a corpse, and knelt him down beside the wound; then he unbound his helmet and began to drink the flowing blood. However little wont to such a drink, him-thought it passing good. “Sir Hagen, now God requite you,” spake the weary man, “that I have drunk so well at your advice; seldom hath better wine been proffered me. And I live yet a while, I shall ever be your friend.”

When now the others heard this, it thought them good, and soon there were many more that drank the blood. From this the body of each gained much of strength; but many a stately dame paid dear for this through the loss of loving kin. Into the hall the fire