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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Episode 40</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THAT battle-toil bade he at burg to announce,<br>at the fort on the cliff, where, full of sorrow,<br>all the morning earls had sat,<br>daring shieldsmen, in doubt of twain:<br>would they wail as dead, or welcome home,<br>their lord beloved? Little kept back<br>of the tidings new, but told them all,<br>the herald that up the headland rode. --<br>&quot;Now the willing-giver to Weder folk<br>in death-bed lies; the Lord of Geats<br>on the slaughter-bed sleeps by the serpent's deed!<br>And beside him is stretched that slayer-of-men<br>with knife-wounds sick: no sword availed<br>on the awesome thing in any wise<br>to work a wound. There Wiglaf sitteth,<br>Weohstan's bairn, by Beowulf's side,<br>the living earl by the other dead,<br>and heavy of heart a head-watch keeps<br>o'er friend and foe. -- Now our folk may look<br>for waging of war when once unhidden<br>to Frisian and Frank the fall of the king<br>is spread afar. -- The strife began<br>when hot on the Hugas Hygelac fell<br>and fared with his fleet to the Frisian land.<br>Him there the Hetwaras humbled in war,<br>plied with such prowess their power o'erwhelming<br>that the bold-in-battle bowed beneath it<br>and fell in fight. To his friends no wise<br>could that earl give treasure! And ever since<br>the Merowings' favor has failed us wholly.<br>Nor aught expect I of peace and faith<br>from Swedish folk. 'Twas spread afar<br>how Ongentheow reft at Ravenswood<br>Haethcyn Hrethling of hope and life,<br>when the folk of Geats for the first time sought<br>in wanton pride the Warlike-Scylfings.<br>Soon the sage old sire of Ohtere,<br>ancient and awful, gave answering blow;<br>the sea-king he slew, and his spouse redeemed,<br>his good wife rescued, though robbed of her gold,<br>mother of Ohtere and Onela.<br>Then he followed his foes, who fled before him<br>sore beset and stole their way,<br>bereft of a ruler, to Ravenswood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With his host he besieged there what swords had left,<br>the weary and wounded; woes he threatened<br>the whole night through to that hard-pressed throng:<br>some with the morrow his sword should kill,<br>some should go to the gallows-tree<br>for rapture of ravens. But rescue came<br>with dawn of day for those desperate men<br>when they heard the horn of Hygelac sound,<br>tones of his trumpet; the trusty king<br>had followed their trail with faithful band.</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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at the fort on the cliff, where, full of sorrow,
all the morning earls had sat,
daring shieldsmen, in doubt of twain:
would they wail as dead, or welcome home,
their lord beloved? Little kept back
of t..."></div>
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