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73 O that was unto Hrothgar the sorrowfullest stroke Of all that long beset him, this Chieftain of a folk. Then the grieving Sovran begged me by thy life To do a deed of earlship amid the billows’ strife, To venture there my being and win me renown. He vowed to me a meed for that. This Warden under mere, I found, this Grim and Grisly, this Wave-Thing widely known. Hand to hand the twain of us a while fought here. With gore up-welled the waters; off I carved the head Of this Grendel’s Mother with a falchion dread, In under-water hall of hers. With life I got away, Though sorely and barely-as yet I was not fey. Then did the Shield of jarlmen, give, as erst he’d done, To me full many a treasure, Halfdane’s Son. |
