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- Everyone felt it Who heard that cry as it echoed off the wall,A God-cursed scream and strain of catastrophe,The howl of the loser, the lament of the hell-serfKeeninghis wound.
- Then he saw a blade that boded well, A sword in her armory, an ancient heirloom From the days of the giants, an ideal weapon,One that any warrior would envy, But so huge and heavy in itselfOnly Beowulf could wield it in battle. So theShieldings’hero, hard-pressed and enraged,Took a firm hold of the hilt and swung The blade in an arc, a resolute blow That bit into her neck boneAnd severed it entirely, toppling the doomed House of her flesh; she fell to the floor.The sword dripped blood, the swordsman was elated.
- The bright court of Heorothas been cleansedAnd now the word is that you want to adopt This warrior as a son. So, while you may, Bask in your fortune, then bequeath Kingdom and nation to your kith and kin,Before your decease. I am certain of Hrothulf. He is noble and will use the young ones well. He will not let you down. Should you die before him,He will treat our children truly and fairly. He will honor, I am sure, our two sons, Repay them in kind when he recollects All the good things we gave him once,The favor and respect he found in childhood.”
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