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That went by; this may too. \0 Beadohild t mourned her murdered brothers: but her own plight pained her more - her womb grew great with child. When she knew that, she could never hold steady before her wit what was to happen. That went by; this may too. Wayland Wayland, the smith of the gods, was captured by Nithhad and hamstrung. But he killed Nithhad's sons, ravished his daughter Beadohild, and escaped Beadohild Wildia, the offspring of her unwilling union with Wayland, grew up to become a famous hero 20 15 DEOR All have heard of Hild'st ravishing: the Geat's lust was ungovernable, their bitter love banished sleep.
Rarely (though it happens) A churl's daughter more daring than the rest - And lovelier! - lays hold of me, Rushes my red top, wrenches at my head, And lays me in the larder. She learns soon enough, The curly-haired creature who clamps me so, Of my meeting with her: moist is her eye! I am the scalp of myself, skinned by my foeman: Robbed of my strength, he steeped and soaked me, Dipped me in water, whipped me out again, Set me in the sun. I soon lost there The hairs I had had. The hard edge Of a keen-ground knife cuts me now, Fingers fold me, and a fowl's pride Drives its treasure trail across me, Bounds again over the brown rim, Sucks the wood-dye, steps again on me, Makes his black marks.
I am spokesman here, herald to Hrothgar; I have not seen a body of strangers bear themselves more proudly. ' The gallant Geat gave answer then, valour-renowned, and vaunting spoke, hard under helmet: 'At Hygelac's table we are sharers in the banquet; Beowulf is my name. ' Then Wulfgar spoke; the warlike spirit of this Wendel" prince, his wisdom in judgement, were known to many. 'The Master of the Danes, Lord of the Scyldings, shall learn of your request. ' He strode rapidly to the seat of Hrothgar, old and grey-haired among the guard of earls, stepped forward briskly, stood before the shoulders of the King of the Danes; a court's ways were known to him.