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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346002" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Episode 34</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE fall of his lord he was fain to requite<br>in after days; and to Eadgils he proved<br>friend to the friendless, and forces sent<br>over the sea to the son of Ohtere,<br>weapons and warriors: well repaid he<br>those care-paths cold when the king he slew. <br>Thus safe through struggles the son of Ecgtheow<br>had passed a plenty, through perils dire,<br>with daring deeds, till this day was come<br>that doomed him now with the dragon to strive.<br>With comrades eleven the lord of Geats<br>swollen in rage went seeking the dragon.<br>He had heard whence all the harm arose<br>and the killing of clansmen; that cup of price<br>on the lap of the lord had been laid by the finder.<br>In the throng was this one thirteenth man,<br>starter of all the strife and ill,<br>care-laden captive; cringing thence<br>forced and reluctant, he led them on<br>till he came in ken of that cavern-hall,<br>the barrow delved near billowy surges,<br>flood of ocean. Within 'twas full<br>of wire-gold and jewels; a jealous warden,<br>warrior trusty, the treasures held,<br>lurked in his lair. Not light the task<br>of entrance for any of earth-born men!<br>Sat on the headland the hero king,<br>spake words of hail to his hearth-companions,<br>gold-friend of Geats. All gloomy his soul,<br>wavering, death-bound. Wyrd full nigh<br>stood ready to greet the gray-haired man,<br>to seize his soul-hoard, sunder apart<br>life and body. Not long would be<br>the warrior's spirit enwound with flesh.<br>Beowulf spake, the bairn of Ecgtheow: --<br>&quot;Through store of struggles I strove in youth,<br>mighty feuds; I mind them all.<br>I was seven years old when the sovran of rings,<br>friend-of-his-folk, from my father took me,<br>had me, and held me, Hrethel the king,<br>with food and fee, faithful in kinship.<br>Ne'er, while I lived there, he loathlier found me,<br>bairn in the burg, than his birthright sons,<br>Herebeald and Haethcyn and Hygelac mine.<br>For the eldest of these, by unmeet chance,<br>by kinsman's deed, was the death-bed strewn,<br>when Haethcyn killed him with horny bow,<br>his own dear liege laid low with an arrow,<br>missed the mark and his mate shot down,<br>one brother the other, with bloody shaft.<br>A feeless fight, and a fearful sin,<br>horror to Hrethel; yet, hard as it was,<br>unavenged must the atheling die!<br>Too awful it is for an aged man<br>to bide and bear, that his bairn so young<br>rides on the gallows. A rime he makes,<br>sorrow-song for his son there hanging<br>as rapture of ravens; no rescue now<br>can come from the old, disabled man!<br>Still is he minded, as morning breaks,<br>of the heir gone elsewhere; another he hopes not<br>he will bide to see his burg within<br>as ward for his wealth, now the one has found<br>doom of death that the deed incurred.<br>Forlorn he looks on the lodge of his son,<br>wine-hall waste and wind-swept chambers<br>reft of revel. The rider sleepeth,<br>the hero, far-hidden; no harp resounds,<br>in the courts no wassail, as once was heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q>
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in after days; and to Eadgils he proved
friend to the friendless, and forces sent
over the sea to the son of Ohtere,
weapons and warriors: well repaid he
those care-paths cold when the king he slew. 
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