Part VI

HROTHGAR answered, helmet of Scyldings: --"I knew him of yore in his youthful days;his aged father was Ecgtheow named,to whom, at home, gave Hrethel the Geathis only daughter. Their offspring boldfares hither to seek the steadfast friend.And seamen, too, have said me this, --who carried my gifts to the Geatish court,thither for thanks, -- he has thirty men'sheft of grasp in the gripe of his hand,the bold-in-battle. Blessed Godout of his mercy this man hath sentto Danes of the West, as I ween indeed,against horror of Grendel. I hope to givethe good youth gold for his gallant thought.Be thou in haste, and bid them hither,clan of kinsmen, to come before me;and add this word, -- they are welcome gueststo folk of the Danes."Wulfgar went] and the word declared: --"To you this message my master sends,East-Danes' king, that your kin he knows,hardy heroes, and hails you allwelcome hither o'er waves of the sea!Ye may wend your way in war-attire,and under helmets Hrothgar greet;but let here the battle-shields bide your parley,and wooden war-shafts wait its end."Uprose the mighty one, ringed with his men,brave band of thanes: some bode without,battle-gear guarding, as bade the chief.Then hied that troop where the herald led them,under Heorot's roof:hardy 'neath helm, till the hearth he neared.Beowulf spake, -- his breastplate gleamed,war-net woven by wit of the smith: --"Thou Hrothgar, hail! Hygelac's I,kinsman and follower. Fame a plentyhave I gained in youth! These Grendel-deedsI heard in my home-land heralded clear.Seafarers say how stands this hall,of buildings best, for your band of thanesempty and idle, when evening sunin the harbor of heaven is hidden away.So my vassals advised me well, --brave and wise, the best of men, --O sovran Hrothgar, to seek thee here,for my nerve and my might they knew full well.Themselves had seen me from slaughter comeblood-flecked from foes, where five I bound,and that wild brood worsted. I' the waves I slewnicors by night, in need and perilavenging the Weders, whose woe they sought, --crushing the grim ones. Grendel now,monster cruel, be mine to quellin single battle! So, from thee,thou sovran of the Shining-Danes,Scyldings'-bulwark, a boon I seek, --and, Friend-of-the-folk, refuse it not,O Warriors'-shield, now I've wandered far, --that I alone with my liegemen here,this hardy band, may Heorot purge!More I hear, that the monster dire,in his wanton mood, of weapons recks not;hence shall I scorn -- so Hygelac stay,king of my kindred, kind to me! --brand or buckler to bear in the fight,gold-colored targe: but with gripe alonemust I front the fiend and fight for life,foe against foe. Then faith be hisin the doom of the Lord whom death shall take.Fain, I ween, if the fight he win,in this hall of gold my Geatish bandwill he fearless eat, -- as oft before, --my noblest thanes. Nor need'st thou thento hide my head; for his shall I be,dyed in gore, if death must take me;and my blood-covered body he'll bear as prey,ruthless devour it, the roamer-lonely,with my life-blood redden his lair in the fen:no further for me need'st food prepare!To Hygelac send, if Hild should take me,best of war-weeds, warding my breast,armor excellent, heirloom of Hretheland work of Wayland. Fares Wyrd as she must."