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38 Too long the waves of sorrow had lamed this man of strife; To jarls, to all the aethelings, he’d been a care for life. And often in the old days, the wanderings of their chief Had been to his sage vassals a weary thing of grief, To many a one who’d trusted he’d be a help from harm, Prosper as a king’s bairn, achieve his father’s arm, And folk and hoard and stronghold guard from hostile band This kingdom of the heroes, the Scyldings’ fatherland. Therein the Kin of Hygelac a fairer virtue showed To all, to friends, to all mankind-than crime-curst Heremod. So homeward, oft aracing, these warriors old and young With swift horses followed the paths along. Now was the sun-of-morning urged higher up the skies; Went many a bold retainer to see the wondrous prize At the high hall Heorot. The King himself no less, The Warder of the ring-hoard, famed for worthiness, From out the wedding-bowers strode in royal sheen, Girt by many clansmen; and, lo, with him the Queen With troop of maidens measured the mead-path to the scene. |
