The Tale of Beowulf/Chapter 6
VI. BEOWULF AND THE GEATS COME INTO HART.
STONE-DIVERSE the street was, straight uplong the path led320The warriors together. There shone the war-byrnyThe hard and the hand-lock'd; the ring-iron sheerSang over their war-gear, when they to the hall firstIn their gear the all-fearful had gat them to ganging.So then the sea-weary their wide shields set down,Their war-rounds the mighty, against the hall's wall.Then bow'd they to bench, and rang there the byrnies,The war-weed of warriors, and up-stood the spears,The war-gear of the sea-folk all gathered together,The ash-holt grey-headed; that host of the iron330With weapons was worshipful. There then a proud chiefOf those lads of the battle speer'd after their line:Whence ferry ye then the shields golden-faced,The grey sarks therewith, and the helms all bevisor'd, And a heap of the war-shafts? Now am I of HrothgarThe man and the messenger: ne'er saw I of aliensSo many of men more might-like of mood.I ween that for pride-sake, no wise for wrack-wendingBut for high might of mind, ye to Hrothgar have sought.Unto him then the heart-hardy answer'd and spake,340The proud earl of the Weders the word gave aback,The hardy neath helm: Now of Hygelac are weThe board-fellows; Beowulf e'en is my name,And word will I say unto Healfdene's son,To the mighty, the folk-lord, what errand is mine,Yea unto thy lord, if to us he will grant itThat him, who so good is, anon we may greet.Spake Wulfgar the word, a lord of the Wendels,And the mood of his heart of a many was kenned,His war and his wisdom: I therefore the Danes' friend350Will lightly be asking, of the lord of the Scyldings,The dealer of rings, since the boon thou art bidding, The mighty folk-lord, concerning thine errand,And swiftly the answer shall do thee to witWhich the good one to give thee aback may deem meetest.Then turn'd he in haste to where Hrothgar was sittingRight old and all hoary mid the host of his earl-folk:Went the valour-stark; stood he the shoulders beforeOf the Dane-lord: well could he the doughty ones' custom.So Wulfgar spake forth to his lord the well-friendly:360Hither are ferry'd now, come from afar offO'er the field of the ocean, a folk of the Geats;These men of the battle e'en Beowulf name theyTheir elder and chiefest, and to thee are they biddingThat they, O dear lord, with thee may be dealingIn word against word. Now win them no naysayOf thy speech again-given, O Hrothgar the glad-man:For they in their war-gear, methinketh, be worthyOf good deeming of earls; and forsooth naught but doughtyIs he who hath led o'er the warriors hither.370