Saga Six Pack (Annotated)

XXX. BEOWULF NARRATES HIS ADVENTURES TO HIGELAC.

XXX. BEOWULF NARRATES HIS ADVENTURES TO HIGELAC.––––––––

“It well may discomfit the prince of the Heathobards

And each of the thanemen of earls that attend him,

When he goes to the building escorting the woman,

That a noble-born Daneman the knights should be feasting:

There gleam on his person the leavings of elders

Hard and ring-bright, Heathobards’ treasure,

While they wielded their arms, till they misled to the battle

Their own dear lives and belovèd companions.

He saith at the banquet who the collar beholdeth,

An ancient ash-warrior who earlmen’s destruction

Clearly recalleth (cruel his spirit),

Sadly beginneth sounding the youthful

Thane-champion’s spirit through the thoughts of his bosom,

War-grief to waken, and this word-answer speaketh:

Ingeld is stirred up to break the truce.

‘Art thou able, my friend, to know when thou seest it

The brand which thy father bare to the conflict

In his latest adventure, ’neath visor of helmet,

The dearly-loved iron, where Danemen did slay him,

And brave-mooded Scyldings, on the fall of the heroes,

(When vengeance was sleeping) the slaughter-place wielded?

E’en now some man of the murderer’s progeny

Exulting in ornaments enters the building,

Boasts of his blood-shedding, offbeareth the jewel

Which thou shouldst wholly hold in possession!’

So he urgeth and mindeth on every occasion

With woe-bringing words, till waxeth the season

When the woman’s thane for the works of his father,

The bill having bitten, blood-gory sleepeth,

Fated to perish; the other one thenceward

’Scapeth alive, the land knoweth thoroughly.

Then the oaths of the earlmen on each side are broken,

When rancors unresting are raging in Ingeld

And his wife-love waxeth less warm after sorrow.

So the Heathobards’ favor not faithful I reckon,

Their part in the treaty not true to the Danemen,

Their friendship not fast. I further shall tell thee

Having made these preliminary statements, I will now tell thee of Grendel, the monster.

More about Grendel, that thou fully mayst hear,

Ornament-giver, what afterward came from

The hand-rush of heroes. When heaven’s bright jewel

O’er earthfields had glided, the stranger came raging,

The horrible night-fiend, us for to visit,

Where wholly unharmed the hall we were guarding.

To Hondscio happened a hopeless contention,

Death to the doomed one, dead he fell foremost,

Girded war-champion; to him Grendel became then,

To the vassal distinguished, a tooth-weaponed murderer,

The well-beloved henchman’s body all swallowed.

Not the earlier off empty of hand did

The bloody-toothed murderer, mindful of evils,

Wish to escape from the gold-giver’s palace,

But sturdy of strength he strove to outdo me,

Hand-ready grappled. A glove was suspended

Spacious and wondrous, in art-fetters fastened,

Which was fashioned entirely by touch of the craftman

From the dragon’s skin by the devil’s devices:

He down in its depths would do me unsadly

One among many, deed-doer raging,

Though sinless he saw me; not so could it happen

When I in my anger upright did stand.

’Tis too long to recount how requital I furnished

For every evil to the earlmen’s destroyer;

I reflected honor upon my people.

’Twas there, my prince, that I proudly distinguished

Thy land with my labors. He left and retreated,

He lived his life a little while longer:

Yet his right-hand guarded his footstep in Heorot,

And sad-mooded thence to the sea-bottom fell he,

Mournful in mind. For the might-rush of battle

King Hrothgar lavished gifts upon me.

The friend of the Scyldings, with gold that was plated,

With ornaments many, much requited me,

When daylight had dawned, and down to the banquet

We had sat us together. There was chanting and joyance:

The age-stricken Scylding asked many questions

And of old-times related; oft light-ringing harp-strings,

Joy-telling wood, were touched by the brave one;

Now he uttered measures, mourning and truthful,

Then the large-hearted land-king a legend of wonder

Truthfully told us. Now troubled with years

The old king is sad over the loss of his youthful vigor.

The age-hoary warrior afterward began to

Mourn for the might that marked him in youth-days;

His breast within boiled, when burdened with winters

Much he remembered. From morning till night then

We joyed us therein as etiquette suffered,

Till the second night season came unto earth-folk.

Then early thereafter, the mother of Grendel

Was ready for vengeance, wretched she journeyed;

Her son had death ravished, the wrath of the Geatmen.

The horrible woman avengèd her offspring,

And with mighty mainstrength murdered a hero.

Aeschere falls a prey to her vengeance.

There the spirit of Aeschere, agèd adviser,

Was ready to vanish; nor when morn had lightened

Were they anywise suffered to consume him with fire,

Folk of the Danemen, the death-weakened hero,

Nor the belovèd liegeman to lay on the pyre;

She suffered not his body to be burned, but ate it.

She the corpse had offcarried in the clutch of the foeman

’Neath mountain-brook’s flood. To Hrothgar ’twas saddest

Of pains that ever had preyed on the chieftain;

By the life of thee the land-prince then me

Besought very sadly, in sea-currents’ eddies

To display my prowess, to peril my safety,

Might-deeds accomplish; much did he promise.

I sought the creature in her den,

I found then the famous flood-current’s cruel,

Horrible depth-warder. A while unto us two

Hand was in common; the currents were seething

With gore that was clotted, and Grendel’s fierce mother’s

and hewed her head off.

Head I offhacked in the hall at the bottom

With huge-reaching sword-edge, hardly I wrested

My life from her clutches; not doomed was I then,

Jewels were freely bestowed upon me.

But the warden of earlmen afterward gave me

Jewels in quantity, kinsman of Healfdene.