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STONE-BRIGHT the street: it showed the way
to the crowd of clansmen. Corselets glistened
hand-forged, hard; on their harness bright
the steel ring sang, as they strode along
in mail of battle, and marched to the hall.
There, weary of ocean, the wall along
they set their bucklers, their broad shields, down,
and bowed them to bench: the breastplates clanged,
war-gear of men; their weapons stacked,
spears of the seafarers stood together,
gray-tipped ash: that iron band
was worthily weaponed!—A warrior proud
asked of the heroes their home and kin.
“Whence, now, bear ye burnished shields,
harness gray and helmets grim,
spears in multitude? Messenger, I,
Hrothgar’s herald! Heroes so many
ne’er met I as strangers of mood so strong.
’Tis plain that for prowess, not plunged into exile,
for high-hearted valor, Hrothgar ye seek!”
Him the sturdy-in-war bespake with words,
proud earl of the Weders answer made,
hardy ’neath helmet:—“Hygelac’s, we,
fellows at board; I am Beowulf named.
I am seeking to say to the son of Healfdene
this mission of mine, to thy master-lord,
the doughty prince, if he deign at all
grace that we greet him, the good one, now.”
Wulfgar spake, the Wendles’ chieftain,
whose might of mind to many was known,
his courage and counsel: “The king of Danes,
the Scyldings’ friend, I fain will tell,
the Breaker-of-Rings, as the boon thou askest,
the famed prince, of thy faring hither,
and, swiftly after, such answer bring
as the doughty monarch may deign to give.”
Hied then in haste to where Hrothgar sat
white-haired and old, his earls about him,
till the stout thane stood at the shoulder there
of the Danish king: good courtier he!
Wulfgar spake to his winsome lord:—
“Hither have fared to thee far-come men
o’er the paths of ocean, people of Geatland;
and the stateliest there by his sturdy band
is Beowulf named. This boon they seek,
that they, my master, may with thee
have speech at will: nor spurn their prayer
to give them hearing, gracious Hrothgar!
In weeds of the warrior worthy they,
methinks, of our liking; their leader most surely,
a hero that hither his henchmen has led.”
They made their way up the path to the hall, their armor shining brightly. Exhausted, they put their shields down against the wall of the hall and rested on the benches. Their weapons were stacked up nearby. One of Hrothgar’s warriors approached them. “Where do you come from with so much armor? I’ve never seen so many brave strangers before. You come to Hrothgar looking for glory, not shelter.” Their leader replied. “I am Beowulf, and we are Hygelac’s men. If your master, the son of Halfdane, will meet with me, I will tell him our mission.” Wulfgar, one of the local chieftains who was famous for his courage and wisdom, responded. “I will tell the king of Danes about your message and will return quickly with his answer.” Wulfgar hurried off to old Hrothgar, who sat surrounded by his men. “These men have come across the sea from Geatland,” he said to his king, “and their leader is named Beowulf. They would like to speak with you. They seem like worthy warriors to me, especially their leader, who looks like a true hero.”

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