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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346010" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Episode 42</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A PERILOUS path, it proved, he trod<br>who heinously hid, that hall within,<br>wealth under wall! Its watcher had killed<br>one of a few, and the feud was avenged<br>in woful fashion. Wondrous seems it,<br>what manner a man of might and valor<br>oft ends his life, when the earl no longer<br>in mead-hall may live with loving friends.<br>So Beowulf, when that barrow's warden<br>he sought, and the struggle; himself knew not<br>in what wise he should wend from the world at last.<br>For princes potent, who placed the gold,<br>with a curse to doomsday covered it deep,<br>so that marked with sin the man should be,<br>hedged with horrors, in hell-bonds fast,<br>racked with plagues, who should rob their hoard.<br>Yet no greed for gold, but the grace of heaven,<br>ever the king had kept in view. <br>Wiglaf spake, the son of Weohstan: --<br>&quot;At the mandate of one, oft warriors many<br>sorrow must suffer; and so must we.<br>The people's-shepherd showed not aught<br>of care for our counsel, king beloved!<br>That guardian of gold he should grapple not, urged we,<br>but let him lie where he long had been<br>in his earth-hall waiting the end of the world,<br>the hest of heaven. -- This hoard is ours<br>but grievously gotten; too grim the fate<br>which thither carried our king and lord.<br>I was within there, and all I viewed,<br>the chambered treasure, when chance allowed me<br>(and my path was made in no pleasant wise)<br>under the earth-wall. Eager, I seized<br>such heap from the hoard as hands could bear<br>and hurriedly carried it hither back<br>to my liege and lord. Alive was he still,<br>still wielding his wits. The wise old man<br>spake much in his sorrow, and sent you greetings<br>and bade that ye build, when he breathed no more,<br>on the place of his balefire a barrow high,<br>memorial mighty. Of men was he<br>worthiest warrior wide earth o'er<br>the while he had joy of his jewels and burg.<br>Let us set out in haste now, the second time<br>to see and search this store of treasure,<br>these wall-hid wonders, -- the way I show you, --<br>where, gathered near, ye may gaze your fill<br>at broad-gold and rings. Let the bier, soon made,<br>be all in order when out we come,<br>our king and captain to carry thither<br>-- man beloved -- where long he shall bide<br>safe in the shelter of sovran God.&quot;<br>Then the bairn of Weohstan bade command,<br>hardy chief, to heroes many<br>that owned their homesteads, hither to bring<br>firewood from far -- o'er the folk they ruled --<br>for the famed-one's funeral. &quot; Fire shall devour<br>and wan flames feed on the fearless warrior<br>who oft stood stout in the iron-shower,<br>when, sped from the string, a storm of arrows<br>shot o'er the shield-wall: the shaft held firm,<br>featly feathered, followed the barb.&quot;<br>And now the sage young son of Weohstan<br>seven chose of the chieftain's thanes,<br>the best he found that band within,<br>and went with these warriors, one of eight,<br>under hostile roof. In hand one bore<br>a lighted torch and led the way.<br>No lots they cast for keeping the hoard<br>when once the warriors saw it in hall,<br>altogether without a guardian,<br>lying there lost. And little they mourned<br>when they had hastily haled it out,<br>dear-bought treasure! The dragon they cast,<br>the worm, o'er the wall for the wave to take,<br>and surges swallowed that shepherd of gems.<br>Then the woven gold on a wain was laden --<br>countless quite! -- and the king was borne,<br>hoary hero, to Hrones-Ness.</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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who heinously hid, that hall within,
wealth under wall! Its watcher had killed
one of a few, and the feud was avenged
in woful fashion. Wondrous seems it,
what manner a man of might and valor
oft ends his life, ..."></div>
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