The youthful knights were singing, as they left the field

The youthful knights were singing, as they left the field. Happy then were the living; but, never to be healed, They behind were leaving three hundred dead and dying, The rich and poor together, slashed with the sword, and pitifully lying.

Then the war-worn fighters through the land went home; All who there were dwelling were blithe to see them come: But the kinsmen of the warriors who in death lay sleeping Were slow their hearts to gladden; they for kindred slain long time were weeping.

Hettel and Hilda with him took their homeward way. Many, bereft of fathers, sorely wept that day, Whose after life was happy. The mighty Hettel later Crowned the fair young Hilda; by this the Hegeling name became the greater.

Hettel now had thriven,— his suit he well did gain. Old and young together with swords at court were seen, As were the guests of Hagen who from the ships came kindly. The wedding of his daughter was highly praised by Hagen, now grown friendly.

Then with what great honor to the bridal seat was led That high-born, lovely lady! Moreover, it is said That full five hundred liegemen then at court were knighted. Fru-te the wise from Denmark to guard King Hettel’s wealth was thought well fitted.

The riches of King Hettel by Hagen now were seen; The tale had erst been told him by many of Hettel’s kin, That over seven princedoms well his sway had thriven. All the poor there with them were home in gladness sent, and lodgings given.

Hettel gave rich clothing to Ireland’s warriors brave; Bright-red gold and silver, and horses, too, he gave. The whole they scarce could carry, as they homeward wended: Thus good friends he won him, and this for Hilda in highest praises ended.