XXXI. Beowulf gives presents and rises to rule.

So far, Beowulf has received many presents, which is one half of the gift economy. At this point, we see him being equally generous, giving all of those gifts to his king, Hygelac. Beowulf not only honours Hygelac as his king and friend, but as family. He says, "There are few alive/I have as kin, Hygelac, but you." As a result of their family feeling, "neither forgot the needs of the other."

Hygelac shows his appreciation for Beowulf with more gifts: the best sword in his treasury and sizable land-holdings, described as "seven thousand hides." According to the Wikipedia article on the "hide" as an area of land, its actual extent varied greatly, especially in later times. However, it originally meant the land that was needed to support a single family. Clearly, Beowulf's land holdings became very substantial with this gift.

The gift-giving is followed by an unexpected comment on Beowulf's character. The Geat officers had thought little of him and, especially, had accused him of being a slacker. (The Old English word applied to him is, literally, sleac, slack). He now had earned the respect that he had been denied.

Surprisingly, we are only now, two-thirds of the way through the poem, introduced to Beowulf's motivation to go to Heorot. This explains why he "dreah aefter dome" (line 2179), which Ben Slade (at heorot.dk) translates as "he led his life for glory." This connects with the poem's last line that says that, of all men, he was "lof-geornost." Apparently "geornost" is related to our word "to yearn." "Lof," is praise, glory, or a song of praise. So, more than others, he longed for respect. While he was at Heorot, he was desperate to prove himself at last or die in the attempt.

We now have a sudden flash forward in time. Hygelac dies in battle, and his heir Heardred as well, either in the same battle or another. Beowulf inherits the kingdom: "it came into his hands." The Geat kingdom, unlike Denmark after Hrothgar dies, faces no regicide or usurpation, but an orderly transfer of the crown. This is part of the significance of the touching lines in 2150-2151, where Beowulf tells Hygelac that he is almost the only family that Beowulf has. By implication, Beowulf is Hygelac's rightful heir.

Beowulf ruled wisely for "fifty years." (This is the same as the length of Hrothgar's rule, and the same that Grendel's mother held control of her watery kingdom. We are not meant to take it literally, but as a way of saying "a long time"). The events of his reign are skipped over, and we go straight to introduction of the creature who would end it. A dragon was enraged by the theft of a cup from the hoard he guarded, rose from his stone barrow, and "ruled the dark." The story of the theft and its consequences will be told in the next fitt.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“So the country's king kept the traditions.

“By no means gone were the gifts I had,

“rewards for my strength, but he bestowed more wealth,

“Healfdene's son, to suit my achievement.

“I wish to bring these, warrior king,

“and offer you all, since everything still

“flows from your favour. There are few alive 2150

“I have as kin, Hygelac, but you.”

He bade them bring the boar-crest standard,

the high battle helmet, the hoar-silver byrnie,

and the beautiful sword. He said further:

“Hrothgar wished me this war harness,

“the clever ruler, and commanded

“that first I inform you of its former state.

“He said it came from King Heorogar

“who led the Scyldings so long a time,

“but he held it back from brave Heoroweard, 2160

“though he was loyal, and the lord's own son.

“This is the breast armour. Bear it all well.”

I heard four horses were held with the treasure;

well matched and fast, they followed behind,

fallow as apples. He offered the gifts,

horses and riches, as relatives should,

never weaving webs of malice,

with shadowy traps ensuring the death

of hand companions. For Hygelac

his nephew stayed steady in battle 2170

and neither forgot the needs of the other.

I heard, too, that Hygd was handed the necklace,

the wonderful work Wealhtheow gave,

the lord's daughter, along with three steeds,

bright-saddled and supple. And soon after

the gem was given, it gleamed on her breast.

So he acted boldly, Ecgtheow's son,

daring in battle, to do what is right.

He prized his honour. Companions were safe

from drunken murder. His mind was calm, 2180

but no man could match the might in him,

a goodly gift that God had sent him,

the battle brave. He had borne distain;

the sons of Geats regarded him poorly.

Not much of honour on mead-benches

was allowed him by warriors' lords.

They called him lazy and lax in his ways,

no bold noble. Now that all changed

for the man among men, each misery cancelled.

Now the earls' bulwark ordered brought in— 2190

the hardy war king—Hrethel's heirloom

embellished with gold. No Geat had a better

or so precious a sword as that.

He lay the blade in Beowulf's lap

and settled on him land, seven thousand hides,

as home and seat. They held in the nation

the fields and folds of family estates,

land that was left them, but the larger share

of the wide kingdom went to the higher.

In due order the days passed by 2200

till Higelac lay dead in hard fighting.

The same for Heardred: swords in battle

passed by his shield and shed his blood

when they advanced on the victory people

the hard fighters, Heathoscylfings.1

They struck in haste Hereric's nephew.

Then Beowulf became king of the nation;

it came into his hands. He kept it well

for fifty winters; full of wisdom,

the state's old warden, till one started 2210

to rule the dark. A dragon rose

from his house on high who hoarded treasure

in a stark barrow of stone standing over a path

that no-one knew. His name, who entered,

I never heard. He kneeled to grope

the heathen hoard. His hands enclosed

an elaborate jewel. Later, it cost him.

Though the sleeper suffered a trick

from the thief's cunning, the countryfolk learned,

the people around, the rage that filled him. 2220

1Meaning “Battle Scylfings.”

XXX. Beowulf Continues his Speech to Hygelac

With this fitt, we're coming very close to catching up with where I am in the translation. That will slow down the postings of new fitts, although I could keep up new postings with discussions of the time, culture, poetic form, and so on. I'm still continuing in the translation, though. At the moment, I'm writing about the dragon.

In this fitt, Beowulf continues speaking to his king, Hygelac, about the probable disaster when King Hrothgar attempts to make peace with his enemies the Bards (or Heathobards) by marrying his daughter to one of their princes. Grudges will be harboured, he says, and shared, until a Scylding in the wedding party is murdered.

Then, that point made, Beowulf switches abruptly to the story of Grendel's attack on Hrothgar's hall. For the first time, we learn the name of the Scylding warrior who was eaten by Grendel: Hondscio. He also describes a strange article of clothing on Grendel, a pouch, which Grendel tried to stuff him into. He recapitulates his fights with Grendel and Grendel's mother. After each struggle, he says, King Hrothgar rewarded him. He mentions this not only as a comment on Hrothgar's virtues but to introduce the subject of the next fitt, in which Beowulf gives these awards to his King.

There is much that I should comment on in this section, even though it is largely material that we know from earlier. For example, there is the meaning of Hondscio's name, why the name has been omitted from the story until now, and the nature and significance of Grendel's pouch. Enough for now, though. Here is the translation.

---------------------------------------------------------------

XXX. BEOWULF CONTINUES HIS SPEECH TO HYGELAC
“before they led headlong to ruin
“their lives and loved ones in linden play.        2040
“Then a drinker speaks who spies ring treasure
“an old fighting man, remembering all,
“men killed by spear. His spirit is fierce.
“Forced by his grief, he finds a youth
“to tell him his heart, to tempt the mind,
“to spur savage war; he speaks these words.

“‘Look there, my friend, is that the sword,
“‘the one your father wore to the fight
“‘below his mask on his last battle?
“‘That iron cost dear. The Danes slew him there.    2050
“‘and kept the shambles when the counterblow failed,
“‘and the heroes fell, the fierce Scyldings.
“‘Now the son of one who slew that day,
“‘proudly attired, treads on the floor, 
“‘boasts of murder and bears the treasure
“‘that is your own by all that's right.’

“So he enrages and raises the past
“with trenchant words till the moment
“Freawaru’s man, for his father’s deeds,
“sleeps from a sword’s bite, stained with his blood,    2060
“released from life. Lightly, the other
“leaves there alive for land he knows well.
“Then they are broken, by both parties,
“the earls’ sworn oaths. Then Ingeld will feel
“blood lust welling, and love for his wife
“become colder from cresting grief.
“So I have little faith that Heathobards
“will honour their treaty with the trusting Danes
“with a long friendship. But let me say
“more about Grendel to give you all,            2070
“giver of treasure, that happened that day
“in hand combat when heaven’s jewel
“glided to Earth. The angry guest,
“awful in evening, entered to visit
“where, safe and sound, on sentry duty,
“we held the hall where Hondscio sank
“fated to fall, the first to be killed,
“the girded hero. Grendel took him
“to murder by mouth, that much-praised thain.
“The dear man's body was bolted down,        2080
“and instantly, though empty-handed,
“life's blood on teeth, intent on evil,
“he hoped to go from the gold-hall,
“but with terrible strength, he tested mine,
“held me in hand. There hung a pouch,
“queer and capacious, cunningly fashioned.
“Every part was artfully worked
“with devilish skill of dragon skins
“and, into it, me, an innocent man
“the rash raider was ready to push            2090
“as he had others.  He had no success
“because I rose erect in anger.
“It would take too long to tell how that scourge
“I repaid in kind for his cruelties.
“In that place, my prince, your people gained
“glory from my action. He got away
“and enjoyed his life a little while,
“but part of his right side rested behind,
“his hand in Heort. From here, the wretch
“sad-hearted sank to the sea bottom."           2100
 
“The Scylding's friend, for this fierce struggle,
“repaid me with gifts of plated gold,
“many treasures, when morning came
“and we sat at table to sate ourselves;
“we had song and glee. The grey-haired Scylding
“told us a few of the tales he knew.
“At times, he was pleased to take up the harp,
“wrung tunes from old wood. At times, gave us songs
“true and tragic. At times, odd stories
“he related truly, the large-hearted king.        2110
“At times, age-bound, he turned again,
“the grey fighter, to grieve for his youth.
“his fighting strength. It filled his heart,
“wise from his winters, when he recalled it.
“Here we relaxed the whole day long,
“taking pleasure until the night
“returned to men.
                                      "Then the time had come;
“to avenge her grief, Grendel's mother
“set out sadly. Her son was dead
“from the Weders' hate. That horrible woman        2120
“avenged her child, vanquished a fighter,
“audaciously. Life departed
“from old and learned Aeshere there.
“They could not even, come the morning,
“the death-weary Danish people,
“burn his body or bed on his pyre
“the much-loved man. She moved with his corpse
“in the fiend's embrace, under beck water.
“That was, for Hrothgar, the hardest grief
“laid on that lord for the longest time.        2130
“Then the lord invoked me by your very life;
“worried, he wished, in the water's rage
“I perform a deed, face the danger,
“and win glory. He would give rewards.
“I met in the mere, as many know,
“the hate-filled horrid holder of the deep
“There, hand to hand, we held our grip.
“Currents ran crimson. I cut off the head
“of Grendel's dam, in that deep hall,
“with awful edges. No easy thing            2140
“to leave there alive. It lay with fate,
“but the heroes' ward once more gave me
“heaped-up treasures, Healfdene's kin.”

XXIX. Beowulf's Homecoming

Now that Beowulf has returned to Geatland, he and his men head to King Hygelac's hall. The news of their coming precedes them, and all is made ready for a formal greeting. Hygelac is genuinely happy to see Beowulf, sits him down beside him, and questions him about the trip. We learn, for the first time, that Beowulf had gone to Heorot against his king's wishes. Beowulf describes Hrothgar's hall and discusses an affair of state, Hrothgar's intention to create peace with the Heathobards by marrying his daughter to Froda, a prince of that people. Beowulf reveals here, as he presumably did not to Hrothgar, that he believes this marriage will fail to bring peace. He will continue to discuss this in the next Fitt.

-------------------------------------
XXIX. BEOWULF'S HOMECOMING
Hardy, he went with his hand-picked men;
himself, he strode the strip of sand,
the wide stretching shore. The world candle shone,
the sun from the south. They set off ahead,
walking quickly to where the defender,
Ongentheow's doom, dwelt in his fort,
the young war-leader. They learned that the good man
was handing out rings.
                                                 Hygelac was
quickly brought news of Beowulf's coming        1970       
that there in the walls, the warriors' refuge,
the lindenshield comrade, had come back alive,
healthy, unharmed, and homeward bound.
The court quickly, on the king's orders,
was cleared to make room for men to come in.
Then he sat himself beside the survivor,
kinsman by kinsman. Once the king himself
in gracious language, greeted his liege
with stirring speech, servings of mead
went round the hall. Hareth’s daughter—        1980
she loved the people—passed on the cups
to heroes’ hands. Hygelac started
in that lofty court to question politely
his best comrade. Questions burst out
to find how the Sea-Geats fared on their journey.

“Did it go well, dear Beowulf,
“when you, of a sudden, decided to fight
“in distant Heort? And did you, for Hrothgar,
“even slightly ease the sorrows
“of the honoured lord? Anxious at heart,        1990
“seething with sorrow, I sensed trouble
“for the best of friends. I begged at length:
“Stay well away from that wild spirit;
“let the Southern Danes deal by themselves
“with Grendel's aggression. I give thanks to the Lord
“that, safe and sound, I see you now.”

Beowulf said, the son of Ecgtheow,
“Little is hidden, Lord Hygelac;
“for many know of the mighty encounter—
“how great a struggle!—Grendel and I        2000
“passed in the place where he put onto many
“Triumph Scyldings terrible sorrows,
“endless anguish. All, I avenged.
“So Grendel’s kinsmen will give no boast—
“of that morning meeting—mortal devils!—
“even the last of that loathsome race,
“wrapped in rancour. I arrived there
“at the gift-hall to greet Hrothgar.
“After he found what feelings brought me
“he set me beside his sons at table.            2010
“The hall-troops were happy. I have not seen
“any hall-sitters under heaven's arch
“celebrate more. Sometimes the great queen,
“a promise of peace between peoples, went 
“to gladden the young. She gave veterans
“many fine rings before she sat down.
“It happened too that Hrothgar's daughter
“passed down the tables pouring out ale.
“The older heroes I heard call her
“‘Freawaru,’ as she furnished drink,            2020
“speaking her name when the studded cup
“was presented. She will marry,
“young and in gold, the great son of  Froda.
“The Scyldings’ friend ensured this match;
“the people’s herder heeded counsel
“that he, with her wedding, can heal old wounds
“and bloody feuds. But, most often,
“a little after a lord is killed
“the war-spear lowers, though the wife be good.1
“It has to hurt the Heathobard prince,        2030
“and every thane of that people,
“when he and the woman walk in the hall,
“that Dane-lords’ sons, a seasoned troop,
“are feted, outfitted in flashing heirlooms,
“hard and be-ringed—Heathobard treasures,
“while they wielded those weapons themselves—

Tennyson's Alliterative Verse: "The Battle of Brunanburh"

Here's a treat. I've always enjoyed Tennyson more than any other Victorian poet. (That is, except for Kipling. I grew up reading Kipling). As it turns out, Tennyson's son, Hallam, made a prose translation of the Old English poem "The Battle of Brunanburh," which inspired the father to try his hand at alliterative verse. The story is here, a page that contains links to discussions of the poem. If you want to see the poem as Tennyson published it, look at the RPO (Representative Poetry Online) site here.

However, in his time it was usual to print each half-line as a separate line on the page. For the comfort of people used to seeing both half-lines together, I've taken that liberty below. I've kept the capitalization the same as Tennyson had it, even though I've joined the half-lines.

------------------------------------------------------------

Constantinus, King of the Scots, after having sworn allegiance to Athelstan, allied himself with the Danes of Ireland under Anlaf, and invading England, was defeated by Athelstan and his brother Edmund with great slaughter at Brunanburh in the year 937.

Athelstan King, Lord among Earls,

Bracelet-bestower and Baron of Barons,

He with his brother, Edmund Atheling,

Gaining a lifelong Glory in battle,

Slew with the sword-edge 

There by Brunanburh, Brake the shield-wall,

Hew'd the lindenwood, Hack'd the battleshield,

Sons of Edward with hammer'd brands.

Theirs was a greatness Got from their Grandsires--

Theirs that so often in Strife with their enemies

Struck for their hoards and their hearths and their homes.

Bow'd the spoiler, Bent the Scotsman,

Fell the shipcrews Doom'd to the death.

All the field with blood of the fighters

Flow'd, from when first the great

Sun-star of morningtide,

Lamp of the Lord God Lord everlasting,

Glode over earth till the glorious creature

Sank to his setting.

There lay many a man Marr'd by the javelin,

Men of the Northland Shot over shield.

There was the Scotsman Weary of war.

We the West-Saxons,

Long as the daylight Lasted, in companies

Troubled the track of the host that we hated;

Grimly with swords that were sharp from the grindstone

Fiercely we hack'd at the flyers before us.

Mighty the Mercian, Hard was his hand-play,

Sparing not any of Those that with Anlaf,

Warriors over the Weltering waters

Borne in the bark's-bosom,

Drew to this island: Doom'd to the death.

Five young kings put asleep by the sword-stroke,

Seven strong earls of the army of Anlaf

Fell on the war-field, numberless numbers,

Shipmen and Scotsmen.

Then the Norse leader, Dire was his need of it,

Few were his following, Fled to his warship;

Fleeted his vessel to sea with the king in it,

Saving his life on the fallow flood.

Also the crafty one, Constantinus,

Crept to his north again, Hoar-headed hero!

Slender warrant had He to be proud of

The welcome of war-knives--

He that was reft of his

Folk and his friends that had Fallen in conflict,

Leaving his son too Lost in the carnage,

Mangled to morsels, A youngster in war!

Slender reason had He to be glad of

The clash of the war-glaive-- 

Traitor and trickster And spurner of treaties-- 

He nor had Anlaf With armies so broken

A reason for bragging That they had the better

In perils of battle On places of slaughter--

The struggle of standards,

The rush of the javelins,

The crash of the charges,

The wielding of weapons--

The play that they play'd with

The children of Edward.

Then with their nail'd prows Parted the Norsemen, a

Blood-redden'd relic of

Javelins over The jarring breaker, the deep-sea billow,

Shaping their way toward Dyflen again, Shamed in their souls.

Also the brethren, King and Atheling,

Each in his glory,

Went to his own in his own West-Saxonland,

Glad of the war.

Many a carcase they left to be carrion,

Many a livid one, many a sallow-skin--

Left for the white-tail'd eagle to tear it, and

Left for the horny-nibb'd raven to rend it, and

Gave to the garbaging war-hawk to gorge it, and

That gray beast, the wolf of the weald.

Never had huger Slaughter of heroes

Slain by the sword-edge--Such as old writers

Have writ of in histories--Hapt in this isle, since

Up from the East hither Saxon and Angle from

Over the broad billow Broke into Britain with

Haughty war-workers who Harried the Welshman, when

Earls that were lured by the

Hunger of glory gat Hold of the land.

XXVIII. Beowulf Returns. Queens Hygd and Thryth

Beowulf and his men return to their ship and meet the coast guard who had challenged them when they arrived. They reward him, load the ship, and return to Geatland. We are treated to a short description of a journey at sea, similar to the one in lines 210-228. After they land, King Hygelac's wife, Hygd, has her virtues contrasted to the vices that another queen, Thryth (or Modthryth) had shown before she married and reformed.

 -------------------------------------------------

XXVIII. BEOWULF RETURNS. QUEENS HYGD AND THRYTH

They came to the sea with confident hearts,

young warriors. They wore ring nets,

meshed coats of mail. The march warden 1890

saw the earls come, as he earlier did.

He called down no insults from the clifftop heights

to greet the guests but guided his horse

and said they would be welcomed home,

warriors in bright mail.

                                         He went to the ship.

Then, on the sand, the sea-curved boat

from stem to stern was stocked with armour,

mounts and rich metal. The mast towered

over the hoard of Hrothgar's wealth.

Beowulf gave the boat's protector 1900

a sword, gold-inset, so that he would

at meadbench receive respect for the treasure

passed on through ages. He put out to sea

to stir the deeps. He struck oar from Denmark.

They raised up the mast a mighty sea-cloth

bound by the bowlines. The boards thundered.

The wave floater was not hindered

by wind over waves. The warriors sailed.

The foamy-neck floated on waves,

the tight-fitted prow parted the currents, 1910

till the Geats’ headlands grew in their sight,

familiar cliffs. The keel rushed up,

worn by weather. It washed up on land.

Quickly the coast guard came to the water.

Weeks he had watched for the well-loved men,

fervently peering far out to sea.

The broad-beamed boat was bound to sand,

stayed with anchors, to stop the waves' force

from floating away the faithful wood.

He urged them to take the earls’ treasure 1920

trophies and trappings. The trip was not far

to go to the one who gave out wealth,

Hygelac son of Hrethel, at home where he lived,

he and his comrades, close to the headlands.

The house was impressive; the prince, battle-tough;

the hall was high; and Hygd,¹ very young,

flourishing, wise, though few winters

had lapsed in the walled town while she had lived there.

Hareth's daughter's hand was open,

not grudging gifts to Geatish men 1930

of splendid things.

                           Spite had filled Thryth.

That famous queen inflicted wrongs.

Not even the boldest braved the danger,

in all that band, only her lord,

to look long at her in the light of day.

He would be taken and tied for killing;

cords were hand-knotted. Quickly after

the man was seized, a sword was ordered

to settle the matter; the mottled sword

called out the killing. Such queenly manners 1940

are wrong for a lady, rare though she be,

that a peace-weaver deprive of life

a much-loved man for imagined harm.

But Hemming’s kinsman curbed her behaviour.

The ale-drinkers also told us

she came to plague her people less

with malice and anger after she was

given in gold to a gloried youth

of fine family. Her father sent her,

in his deep wisdom, over dark waters 1950

to Offa’s hall, and here she was

fitly enthroned, famed for her virtue.

For her fated span she spent life well,

holding deep love for the heroes' lord,

the best there was between the seas

of his mighty kind because Offa

in giving and conflict was keen as a spear,

widely honoured, wisely ruling

his own country. Then Eomer woke,²

the heroes' helper, Hemming's kinsman, 1960

Garmund's grandson, good in a fight.

1This is the first reference to Hygelac's wife, the queen.

2was born.

Fitt XXVII. The Parting Words

In this short Fitt, Beowulf tells Hrothgar he wishes to go home, but will return with help if Hrothgar ever needs it. Hrothgar praises Beowulf's wisdom and predicts great things, even kingship, for him. He promises friendship between their peoples. He then embraces Beowulf with tears in his eyes, fearing that this would be their last meeting. In a very different, cheerful, mood, Beowulf walks towards the ship that will take him home. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
XXVII. THE PARTING WORDS

Beowulf said, the son of Ecgtheow,
“We seafarers wish to tell you,
“our home is far, and our hearts desire
“to seek Hygelac. Here, and in full, 1820
“our wants were tended. You welcomed us truly.
“If there is on Earth some act in my power,
“a deed to deserve your deeper love,
“master of men, than is mine so far
“for clash of arms, I will do it.
“When word crosses the wide ocean
“that bordering peoples oppress you with fear,
“as those who hate you have sometimes done,
“I will throw into battle a thousand men,
“heroes to help. Hygelac, I know, 1830
“though the Geat leader is green in years,
“the people’s guard would give me aid
“in word and action, so I can serve you
“and furnish support, a forest of spears,
“might to sustain you when men are needed.
“And if Hrethric decides to seek the Geat court,
“the son of the king can certainly
“find many friends. Far-distant lands
“are pleasant stays for powerful men."

Then Hrothgar spoke to him in answer: 1840
“The words you have given are gifts the wise Lord
“sent to your mind. Such wisdom I never
“heard in the speech of such a young man.
“Your might is great and your mind is wise,
“thoughtful speaker! I think it may be
“that, should it happen a shaft robs you
“of Hrethel’s successor in horrid battle,
“if sickness or sword seize your ruler,
“the people’s shield, and should you still live,
“the seafaring Geats could get no better 1850
“by setting another to serve as king,
“as warriors’ ward, if you wish to rule
“your kinsman’s kingdom. Your keen spirit
“is a deepening joy, dear Beowulf.
“Your efforts ensure that each people,
“the Geats as well as the warlike Danes
“will live in peace and lessen the rancour
“from brutal acts that burdened them.
“While I have rule of this wide kingdom
“wealth will be shared. One and another 1860
“will greet with gifts on the gannet’s bath.
“The curve-prowed craft will carry on waves
“love tokens and presents. These peoples, I know,
“face unafraid both friends and foes,
“blameless in all, in the ancient way.”

The earls’ guardian gave him once more,
Haelfdene’s son, a hoard of twelve gems.
He said, “Take these gifts. Go to your people.
“Travel safely; return quickly."
Then the noble king kissed the good lord, 1870
the first among Scyldings, the finest thane,
and took his neck. Tears fell from the man
with grey in his hair. He had two thoughts.
The mindful old man, the mightier youth
might never have sight of nor sit with the other,
courageous in council. So close was the man
he could not still his stirring breast,
but his heart firmly held to a feeling
for the dear man, a deep longing
burned in his blood.
                                            Beowulf himself, 1880
wearing his gold, walked the grass slope
glad of his treasure. His transport waited,
riding at anchor, ready for its lord.
As they headed home, Hrothgar’s presents
were applauded. He was a king
blameless in all, till age had taken
the joys of strength, a stroke many feel.