knight must needs die this day.

When the mighty Liudeger espied Siegfried and saw that he bore
high in hand the good sword Balmung and did slay so many a man,
then waxed the lording wroth and fierce enow. A mighty surging
and a mighty clang of swords arose, as their comrades pressed
against each other. The two champions tried their prowess all
the more. The troops began to yield; fierce grew the hate. To
the ruler of the Saxons the tale was told that his brother had
been captured; great dole this gave him. Well he knew it was the
son of Siegelind who had done the deed. Men blamed Sir Gernot,
but later he learned the truth.

So mighty were the blows of Liudeger that Siegfried's charger
reeled beneath the saddle. When the steed recovered, bold
Siegfried took on a frightful usance in the fray. In this Hagen
helped him well, likewise Gernot, Dankwart, and Folker, too.
Through them lay many dead. Likewise Sindolt and Hunolt and
Ortwin, the knight, laid many low in strife; side by side in the
fray the noble princes stood. One saw above the helmets many a
spear, thrown by here's hand, hurtling through the gleaming
shields. Blood-red was colored many a lordly buckler; many a man
in the fierce conflict was unhorsed. At each other ran
Siegfried, the brave, and Liudeger; shafts were seen to fly and
many a keen-edged spear. Then off flew the shield-plates, struck
by Siegfried's hand; the hero of Netherland thought to win the
battle from the valiant Saxons, wondrous many of whom one saw.
Ho! How many shining armor-rings the daring Dankwart broke!

Then Sir Liudegor espied a crown painted on the shield in