Tale the Eighth

When the day was dawning, there was seen full well, And known by Horant of Daneland, a cross upon a sail, With other emblems blazoned, that pilgrims did betoken. For such a band of pilgrims in Wâ-te’s heart was little love bespoken.

Loudly Morunc shouted to Irold brave and true: “Now ask our lord, King Hettel, what he thinks to do? A sail with the arms of Hagen comes to our shore too nearly: Too long have we been sleeping, and well to be rid of this will cost us dearly.”