Hartmut Fights with Ortwin and Horant
Soon the gates of the huge castle were thrown open, and Hartmut rode
forth followed by three thousand of his knights, leaving the rest to
guard the gates and walls of the castle. Proudly waved their banners,
and helm and armor glittered in the morning sun. Wate's hunting-horn
sounded for the third time, so mighty a blast that it almost seemed to
shake the walls and cause great forest trees to tremble. The old hero
bade Horant lead the van and bear Queen Hilda's banner, while he rode
hither and thither disposing his men in battle array. At a turret window
Gudrun stood, waving a white kerchief.
As the Norman knights appeared, Ortwin asked: "Who may yon hero be who
leads the band? His armor gleams like lightning in the sun, and nobly
doth he bear him. Methinks an emperor would scarcely ride more proudly."
"That, my lord, is Hartmut," replied one of the knights; "he who did
steal away thy sister."
"Ha! is it so?" cried Ortwin; "now had the wicked Gerlinda best aid him
to find his way back in safety to the castle!" And he lowered his spear
and plunged the spurs into the flanks of his snow-white charger so that
it bounded high in the air.
But Hartmut had now discovered Ortwin also, and made ready to attack
him. On they rushed, and came together with such force that both horses
were overthrown. Out flashed the long swords from their golden sheaths
and played like lightning about the helms of the two heroes. It was
indeed a mighty combat. But ere-long they were forced apart by the rush
of warriors eager for the fray, and the conflict became general. On all
sides arose the din of battle. Siegfried was attacked by a band of
Hartmut's knights, but he laid about him so stoutly that his assailants
soon succumbed to the fury of his blows.
Herwig, who was fighting for his bride, dashed joyously into the battle
with colors flying, and Gudrun soon recognized him by his noble form and
shining armor. Ludwig led his followers against the Danes who fought
under Hilda's banner. Notwithstanding his years, the old King still had
the strength of a bear, and many a stout helm was shattered by his
sword-strokes as he cut his way deep into the ranks of the enemy. But
Frute with his Holsteins and Frisians rode against him and slew many of
his followers, while Morung and Irolt strewed the earth with dead. Once
more the tide of battle brought Ortwin and Hartmut face to face, and
again shield and helm reëchoed with their sounding blows. Each was
determined his foe should not this time escape him, and at last, though
Ortwin fought bravely, Hartmut succeeded in piercing his helm with a
sword-stroke. When the Danes saw their young chief's armor streaked with
blood they pressed on furiously, but many a good knight was slain ere
they reached the princes and snatched Ortwin from death.
Horant dashed up to learn who had smitten his dear lord so sorely.
Ortwin told him, and Hartmut, who was not far distant, laughed
scornfully; whereat Horant, giving Hilda's banner into the hands of a
knight, rushed fiercely upon the Norman King. But many men stood
between, and Horant's sword dealt such slaughter among them that Hartmut
cried: "Yon knight hath wrought enough of evil to us; soon shall he
strike his last blow!" and forcing his way to Horant, he attacked him so
fiercely that he was borne to the ground and would surely have been
slain had not his comrades hastened to his rescue and carried him from
out the press. Such was Hartmut's strength and valor that many began to
doubt whether they should succeed in taking the castle.
But as soon as the wounds of Ortwin and Horant had been bound up, those
heroes returned to the battle with unabated courage, while Wate
meanwhile had wrought terrible havoc among the Normans. Yet fast as they
fell, others pressed on to avenge the death of their brethren, and ever
hotter and fiercer waged the conflict.