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To him the stateliest spake in answer;
the warriors’ leader his word-hoard unlocked:—
“We are by kin of the clan of Geats,
and Hygelac’s own hearth-fellows we.
To folk afar was my father known,
noble atheling, Ecgtheow named.
Full of winters, he fared away
aged from earth; he is honored still
through width of the world by wise men all.
To thy lord and liege in loyal mood
we hasten hither, to Healfdene’s son,
people-protector: be pleased to advise us!
To that mighty-one come we on mickle errand,
to the lord of the Danes; nor deem I right
that aught be hidden. We hear—thou knowest
if sooth it is—the saying of men,
that amid the Scyldings a scathing monster,
dark ill-doer, in dusky nights
shows terrific his rage unmatched,
hatred and murder. To Hrothgar I
in greatness of soul would succor bring,
so the Wise-and-Brave may worst his foes,—
if ever the end of ills is fated,
of cruel contest, if cure shall follow,
and the boiling care-waves cooler grow;
else ever afterward anguish-days
he shall suffer in sorrow while stands in place
high on its hill that house unpeered!”
Astride his steed, the strand-ward answered,
clansman unquailing: “The keen-souled thane
must be skilled to sever and sunder duly
words and works, if he well intends.
I gather, this band is graciously bent
to the Scyldings’ master. March, then, bearing
weapons and weeds the way I show you.
I will bid my men your boat meanwhile
to guard for fear lest foemen come,—
your new-tarred ship by shore of ocean
faithfully watching till once again
it waft o’er the waters those well-loved thanes,
—winding-neck’d wood,—to Weders’ bounds,
heroes such as the hest of fate
shall succor and save from the shock of war.”
They bent them to march,—the boat lay still,
fettered by cable and fast at anchor,
broad-bosomed ship.—Then shone the boars
over the cheek-guard; chased with gold,
keen and gleaming, guard it kept
o’er the man of war, as marched along
heroes in haste, till the hall they saw,
broad of gable and bright with gold:
that was the fairest, ’mid folk of earth,
of houses ’neath heaven, where Hrothgar lived,
and the gleam of it lightened o’er lands afar.
The sturdy shieldsman showed that bright
burg-of-the-boldest; bade them go
straightway thither; his steed then turned,
hardy hero, and hailed them thus:—
“Tis time that I fare from you. Father Almighty
in grace and mercy guard you well,
safe in your seekings. Seaward I go,
’gainst hostile warriors hold my watch.”
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The leader spoke. “We are Geats and Hygelac is our ruler back home. My father was Ecgtheow, a noble warrior. He lived many years and wise men still honor him. We are on our way to your lord, Halfdane’s son, Hrothgar. Please help us in our errand. We have come to help the lord of the Danes. We have nothing to hide. We have heard of the evil monster that murders your people in the night. We want to help Hrothgar defeat this awful enemy and restore peace to the land and to his soul, if such a thing is possible. Otherwise he will suffer for the rest of his days while his hall sits empty.” From his horse, the guard answered, “A smart man knows the difference between words and actions. I believe you when you say that you want to help us. So get your weapons and let’s go-I’ll show you the way. I’ll leave some guards with your boat. They’ll keep it safe until it’s time for you to sail back home. May fate keep you heroes safe.” They set out, leaving their ship anchored in the sea. The warriors marched quickly and soon saw the hall, enormous and shining with gold. Hrothgar’s hall was the most beautiful house on earth and its glory extended to distant lands. The guard showed them to the house and then turned back, saying, “I have to go back to my post at the shore. May Almighty God protect you.” |
