By Hercules! No man ever seemed to me stronger than he.
For he sank down half-conscious, and, leaning on his elbow, welcomed death with a smile, and spurned destruction with a laugh, and passed rejoicing in the world of Elysium.

Mighty was the man's courage, which knew how with one laugh to cover his death-hour, and with a joyous face to suppress utter anguish of mind and body! "Now also with the same blade I searched the heart of one sprung from an illustrious line, and plunged the steel deep in his breast.

He was a king's son, of illustrious ancestry, of a noble nature, and shone with the brightness of youth.

The mailed metal could not avail him, nor his sword, nor the smooth target-boss; so keen was the force of my steel, it knew not how to be stayed by obstacles.
"Where, then, are the captains of the Goths, and the soldiery of Hiartuar?
Let them come, and pay for their might with their life-blood.
Who can cast, who whirl the lance, save scions of kings?
War springs from the nobly born: famous pedigrees are the makers of war.

For the perilous deeds which chiefs attempt are not to be done by the ventures of common men.