"Long our fathers for Thy coming panted, And Thou redeemedst them from sin and sorrow, Up to Thy throne arose their wailing voices, And Thou didst not reject their tears and prayers, Thou Lord of hosts!" And from both sides, was then heard together: "Forsake us not, when our strength is failing, He our staff, when courage is departing, Oh, not to bitter Death, give up Thy children, Almighty God, in whom we all are trusting, Merciful God, great God of all the Heavens, Oh Lord forsake us not! Have mercy on us!" Thus they stood in close combat. With unmitigated surprise the Huns had beheld the approaching columns. Howls, and the hissing, devilish cry of "hui! hui!" was their response to the "_media vita_." Ellak likewise, now divided his horsemen for a regular attack, and the fighting continued fiercer than ever. The Hunnic horsemen soon broke through the ranks of the small body of the monks of St. Gall, and a close fight then began. It was strength, wrestling with swiftness, German awkwardness, against Hunnic cunning. The earth of the Hegau was then dyed red, with the blood of many a pious man. Tutilo, the strong, was slain. He had pulled down a Hun from his horse by the feet, and swinging the wry-faced wretch through the air, split his skull against a stone; but a moment afterwards, an arrow pierced the temple of the hoary warrior. Like the victorious hymns of the heavenly host, it sounded through his wounded brain,--then he fell down on his slain foe. Sindolt the wicked, atoned for many a bad trick which he had played his brothers in former times, by the death-wound in his breast; and nothing did it avail Dubslan the Scot, that he had made a vow to St. Minwaloius, to go bare-foot to Rome, if he would protect him in this battle,--for he also was carried dead out of the tumult.