Nor Gaschier delayed his coming; and unto the Burg-grave told How his guest sought for further conflict nor his wrath might the host withhold. 660 If he swallowed not iron as an ostrich, nor his wrath did on stones assuage 'Twas but that he might not find them! Then he gnashed his teeth for rage, And he growled as a mighty lion, and the hair of his head he tare, And he quoth, 'So the years of my lifetime a harvest of folly bear, The gods they had sent to my keeping a valiant and worthy friend, 665 If with strife he shall be o'erladen, then mine honour hath found an end; Sword and shield they shall little profit--Yea, shame he would on me cast Who should bring this to my remembrance!' Then swift from his place he passed, And he gat him into the portal, and a squire towards him drew, And he bare a shield that was painted with a knight by a spear pierced thro', 670 In Eisenhart's land was it fashioned; and a helmet his hand must hold, And a sword that Rassalig carried in battle, that heathen bold, But now was he parted from it whose fame was in every place; Were he slain unbaptized I think me, God had shown to this hero grace! And e'en as the Burg-grave saw it, ne'er of yore was his joy so great, 675 For the coat-of-arms he knew it--So he rode thro' the city gate, And without, his guest had halted, young hero he, not yet old, As one of a joust desirous, and his bridle the Burg-grave bold, Lahfilirost was his name, he grasped it, and he led him within the wall; And I wot well no other foeman that day 'neath his spear must fall. 680