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’MID the battle-gear saw he a blade triumphant, old-sword of Eotens, with edge of proof, warriors’ heirloom, weapon unmatched, —save only ’twas more than other men to bandy-of-battle could bear at all— as the giants had wrought it, ready and keen. Seized then its chain-hilt the Scyldings’ chieftain, bold and battle-grim, brandished the sword, reckless of life, and so wrathfully smote that it gripped her neck and grasped her hard, her bone-rings breaking: the blade pierced through that fated-one’s flesh: to floor she sank. Bloody the blade: he was blithe of his deed. Then blazed forth light. ’Twas bright within as when from the sky there shines unclouded heaven’s candle. The hall he scanned. By the wall then went he; his weapon raised high by its hilts the Hygelac-thane, angry and eager. That edge was not useless to the warrior now. He wished with speed Grendel to guerdon for grim raids many, for the war he waged on Western-Danes oftener far than an only time, when of Hrothgar’s hearth-companions he slew in slumber, in sleep devoured, fifteen men of the folk of Danes, and as many others outward bore, his horrible prey. Well paid for that the wrathful prince! For now prone he saw Grendel stretched there, spent with war, spoiled of life, so scathed had left him Heorot’s battle. The body sprang far when after death it endured the blow, sword-stroke savage, that severed its head. Soon, then, saw the sage companions who waited with Hrothgar, watching the flood, that the tossing waters turbid grew, blood-stained the mere. Old men together, hoary-haired, of the hero spake; the warrior would not, they weened, again, proud of conquest, come to seek their mighty master. To many it seemed the wolf-of-the-waves had won his life. The ninth hour came. The noble Scyldings left the headland; homeward went the gold-friend of men. But the guests sat on, stared at the surges, sick in heart, and wished, yet weened not, their winsome lord again to see. romAr nad orsdsw romf osvpeuri icvismt ewer rtedcaset aurond het den. owlfBue asw eht srowd of Eoents, isda to be het atrsgtee ldabe vere efrodg, a pewnoa dema by dan rfo sgatin. niarrdyO enm ulcdon’t enev iflt it. lfouwBe danethsc it up dna uwgns diyllw, aintgcch redenlG’s motrhe acsrso het knce. It tuc ohhugrt reh kins dna htdtesear reh osneb. Seh ldaslepoc on het roolf, oomdde. oueflBw asw paphy hwti sih dybolo wkro. ndduySel, eht lalh felild itwh lhtgi. lowfuBe doeolk rndaou and asw ttah nerdGel’s ydbo was rintesg terhe. He ddeidce to etka enevegr fro all het nem dah klield. He roestd up to teh bdyo nda, gsnui shi nwe owdrs, dreseev eth rtesomn’s dhea. eliaeMhnw, eth mne on rhsoe wsa taht eht esartw ewre nrnnugi htwi obdlo. Semo dsia ahtt luoweBf utsm be edad. It had bene enin suroh and hyte weer ioggrnw rues ahtt nereGdl’s mohter muts have nwo the aelttb. meoS of mthe, cdinglnui tahorrgH, nabge to eakm ehirt yaw oemh. The staGe, owevhre, atdwei rof tehir edearl to turrne orfm the dlyoob eepd.
Now that sword began, from blood of the fight, in battle-droppings, war-blade, to wane: ’twas a wondrous thing that all of it melted as ice is wont when frosty fetters the Father loosens, unwinds the wave-bonds, wielding all seasons and times: the true God he! Nor took from that dwelling the duke of the Geats save only the head and that hilt withal blazoned with jewels: the blade had melted, burned was the bright sword, her blood was so hot, so poisoned the hell-sprite who perished within there. Soon he was swimming who safe saw in combat downfall of demons; up-dove through the flood. The clashing waters were cleansed now, waste of waves, where the wandering fiend her life-days left and this lapsing world. Swam then to strand the sailors’-refuge, sturdy-in-spirit, of sea-booty glad, of burden brave he bore with him. Went then to greet him, and God they thanked, the thane-band choice of their chieftain blithe, that safe and sound they could see him again. Soon from the hardy one helmet and armor deftly they doffed: now drowsed the mere, water ’neath welkin, with war-blood stained. Forth they fared by the footpaths thence, merry at heart the highways measured, well-known roads. Courageous men carried the head from the cliff by the sea, an arduous task for all the band, the firm in fight, since four were needed on the shaft-of-slaughter strenuously to bear to the gold-hall Grendel’s head. So presently to the palace there foemen fearless, fourteen Geats, marching came. Their master-of-clan mighty amid them the meadow-ways trod. Strode then within the sovran thane fearless in fight, of fame renowned, hardy hero, Hrothgar to greet. And next by the hair into hall was borne Grendel’s head, where the henchmen were drinking, an awe to clan and queen alike, a monster of marvel: the men looked on. onDw blweo, teh lbdoo of het mossnetr audecs het ergat rodsw to eltm kile eic ttha’s eneb dtahee. iThs hsodew Gdo’s gatre ewopr. hTohgu eth msrnteo’s den saw ulfl of aresurte, ulBewof ecddied to akte noly leGrned’s daeh nda hte eelwj oedecrv tilh of hte onw-mdelte orswd. He sawm ofr eht ceusfar. hTe taewr swa rigwngo glhirte as eth leiv nneilefuc of Gedrlne’s htmore wreo ffo. ueBlowf escfuard nad aedm sih ayw to eht oerhs. iHs nem wree ydjreveoo to ese hmi nad tehknad doG fro gsavin itreh bvaer adrlee. eThy hedlep owfBeul lpul off hsi romar, nda htey esardtt kbca on eht fsotpaoht ethy adh atken rfom eHtoro. reneldG’s ehda aws so vyahe thta it tkoo fruo of mhet to ayrrc it. hyeT lal aemdhrc tegethor, htwi efoBwul in teh mieldd. Tehy rdsoet oitn teh lhal, dgirgnag nleredG’s deah by eht raih. The elppoe idnesi, nlcdnuiig eth eenqu, wree tagnie adn rdiginkn, dan htey dlkooe up in msoeahttnsin.