I heard it said, for it was surely told,
that they met one-on-one from each army:
Hildebrand and Hadubrand, the warriors twain.
Of consanguine blood were they, who readied their gear,
(5) righted their armor and girt their swords
over the ring[-mail], riding forth to combat.
Hildebrand, son of Heribrand commenced speech — it was the elder and more inveterate one
who with sparse words asked who the other's father was,
[*1]
(10) and which line he stemmed from.
"Tell me to which family you belong.
Utter me one [name] and I shall know the rest, for I am wise to
[the names of] all of the tribesmen in the kingdom."
Hadubrand, Hildebrand's son, answered:
(15)
"My people have told me,
Old Veteran, who have lived so long,
that my father hight Hildebrand. I am hight Hadubrand.
Once ago, my father withdrew to the east, fleeing before Odoacer's wrath,
with Theodoric and his doughties. [*2]
(20) He left a young wife in the homeland,
helpless and bereft of inheritance,
[ and ] a small child [ there besides ].
He rode away to the east. Hence the father of mine became one who Dietrich
could scarce dowithout: for so few friends had he.
(25) [ However, my father, ] Dietrich's most faithful follower,
shared that hatred which knew no bounds towards Odoacer.
He always rode at the vanguard of the army. Every fight he openly welcomed.
[Only] the most courageous could have done that. I do not believe him still alive."
(30) "I call upon the God of Heaven", Hildebrand then said,
"to be [my] witness. Never have you faced so close a kin as your foe."
Whereupon he removed the [armlet-]ring,
forged from the emperor's gold, which the king
(35) of the Huns had given him: "I give you this out of friendship."
But Hadubrand, Hildebrand's son, answered:
"one ought give a gift by point of the spear ![*3]
Old Hun, you truly are cunning;
(40) lulling me with your words into a [ sense of false ] security,
only then to strike me with your spear.
You are already so old, and you are as full of tricks as ever.
— I know from seafarers who [came] westward over the sea, and who fought
alongside father in battle: Hildebrand, the son Heribrands is dead! "
(45) Hildebrand, son of Heribrand, then said:
"On your armor I see clearly, that you serve in the household
of a mighty lord, and you have not yet been banished by your master.
— O wieldly God"[*4], quoth Hildebrand,
"Fate wills to run its course!
(50) I have been gone sixty summers and winters[*5] away in a foreign land.
There I was e'er put up against a whole batallion of archers.
One castle upon another. Death never overcame me all that time, but alas it comes to me now,
for my own son with the sword shall slay me, with his weapon shall fell me to ground
— unless I bring death to him.
(55) Nonetheless, you can vanquish me now easily, if your strength is equal to it,
win the spoils of this old warrior's armor, if you can prove your mettle.
— Now [I] would really be one of the wretchedest cowards that ever went east," said Hildebrand,
"if I fain refuse to fight you, since you are seething so much to
(60) [have this] fight between us. So let us now have the test imposed upon us,
as to who between the two of us will lose our harness[*6],
which of us will win both our byrnie."[*7]
There they hurl the ashwood spears at each other,
with a so hard impact that they lodged firmly in their shields.
(65) From this, they rebounded off each other in recoil,
their shields banging loudly[*8].
Full of wrath, they struck at their white shields, until the linden-wood boards were
shivered to bits by the weapons [..][*9]