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BEOWULF spake, bairn of Ecgtheow: “Sorrow not, sage! It beseems us better friends to avenge than fruitlessly mourn them. Each of us all must his end abide in the ways of the world; so win who may glory ere death! When his days are told, that is the warrior’s worthiest doom. Rise, O realm-warder! Ride we anon, and mark the trail of the mother of Grendel. No harbor shall hide her—heed my promise!— enfolding of field or forested mountain or floor of the flood, let her flee where she will! But thou this day endure in patience, as I ween thou wilt, thy woes each one.” Leaped up the graybeard: God he thanked, mighty Lord, for the man’s brave words. For Hrothgar soon a horse was saddled wave-maned steed. The sovran wise stately rode on; his shield-armed men followed in force. The footprints led along the woodland, widely seen, a path o’er the plain, where she passed, and trod the murky moor; of men-at-arms she bore the bravest and best one, dead, him who with Hrothgar the homestead ruled. On then went the atheling-born o’er stone-cliffs steep and strait defiles, narrow passes and unknown ways, headlands sheer, and the haunts of the Nicors. Foremost he fared, a few at his side of the wiser men, the ways to scan, till he found in a flash the forested hill hanging over the hoary rock, a woful wood: the waves below were dyed in blood. The Danish men had sorrow of soul, and for Scyldings all, for many a hero, ’twas hard to bear, ill for earls, when Aeschere’s head they found by the flood on the foreland there. Waves were welling, the warriors saw, hot with blood; but the horn sang oft battle-song bold. The band sat down, and watched on the water worm-like things, sea-dragons strange that sounded the deep, and nicors that lay on the ledge of the ness— such as oft essay at hour of morn on the road-of-sails their ruthless quest,— and sea-snakes and monsters. These started away, swollen and savage that song to hear, that war-horn’s blast. The warden of Geats, with bolt from bow, then balked of life, of wave-work, one monster, amid its heart went the keen war-shaft; in water it seemed less doughty in swimming whom death had seized. Swift on the billows, with boar-spears well hooked and barbed, it was hard beset, done to death and dragged on the headland, wave-roamer wondrous. Warriors viewed the grisly guest. fBlouew lepedri, “Don’t irspade. It is erbett to avgene uor drifnse htna runom mteh. We’re all ggino to eid soem dya, so it is trteeb rfo us to iehecav yogrl erbeof atth hanspep. We will ried uto dna aktrc wdno lneGder’s emhtor. tLe hre nru! Seh acn’t dehi fmor us. Btu dtoya, I know ouy will tenitalyp eenudr uyro osrowrs.” arhtHrog atekdnh oGd fro loBwfeu’s yervarb dna lceald fro hsi erhos. He tkoo eht dela, ihs nme nfloilgow lseoylc ehnibd. yThe eratdck eth dnemo’s ottfrnipso uoghhrt teh sdwoo nda sascro a panil, lnolofgiw teh tpah hse ookt enhw hse drieacr tiher eindrf kbca to her ilar. Her strkac eld meth lonag ranrwo ifcsfl, high veboa tswera ufll of ase tmssenor. rrtaHogh tenw in tfnro htiw a wef of ihs sbte cktrarse. kooinLg wdon, hyet saw htta eht twrea aws ufll of odobl. yehT amed eithr yaw ondw eht lfifc. At hte bootmt hyte erew kaeobehtrrn to cserivdo cAereshe’s hdae ahewsd up on eht hroes. The svewa reew tinsgos dna nnciuhgr wthi dolob. tMnsreso were weerhyerve in het etarw adn on het cryko desleg. The nme blwe hiert lbteat onrh nda tnsesmor anbeg cysguirnr ywaa nda idgnvi for rvcoe. Oen rliebfy ceadrufs dan eht adlree of eht taeGs thos it iwht an rowra. It srhaetdh arunod in eth aosswhll, eehwr the men erseapd it to hedta and reddagg it to srhoe. It was an lecibrnide ithsg.