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97 And him the Hetwaras did in battle beat, And valiantly achieved by their over-might That he, the byrnie-breasted, bowed and fell in fight To give unto his chivalry no more the treasures bright. And ever thereafter could our Geatish clan Count on little kindness from the Merovingian. Nor do I wait from Swedefolk aught but fray and feud-- For widely couth the story is how Ongentheow, the good, Slaughtered Haethcyn, Hrethel’s son, off at Ravenswood. [In wanton over- weening, in earlier times before, We Geatish folk had ravaged the Scylfings great in war; Anon Ohthere’s father, the ancient Ongentheow, Old and full of fury, gave a counter-blow, Killed the Viking Haethcyn, and freed his captive wife,The venerable lady, berobbed of gold in strife, She who’d born him Onela and Ohthere of yore,-- And followed then the foemen, until, forlorn and sore, They hid themselves in Ravensholt, their Leader being dead. Ongentheow beset then, with a host outspread, This remnant of the carnage with wounds o’erwearied. The live-long night he menaced with woe the wretched herd: With sword-edge in the morning he’d mow them, was his word, Or hang them on the gallows-tree, a sport for every bird. But comfort to the downcast came with dawn of day, When heard they horn of Hygelac and trumpet boom away, As fared he on the track of them with his war-array.] |
