now he wore chainmail such as all the warriors of the gnomes have ever loved and still do wear , yet it turned not all those ill shafts , and already was he sore hurt when flinding fell pierced suddenly through the eye ; and soon too had he met his death -- and his weird had been the happier thereby -- had not that great drake coming now upon the sack bidden them cease their shooting ; but with the power of his breath he drove turin from those doors and with the magic of his eyes he bound him hand and foot .