Hrothgar & Hryllingur, Part VI
Welcome to a retelling of Beowulf through the skill of Somhairle na Dagney, Scáeli of Linrathe. (For a fuller explanation, see Part I.)
Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V
Bright cheek-guards glitter’d:
Boars wrought by goldsmiths, on helmets
Of men stern and haughty, marching
To Heorot, Hrothgar’s high hall,
Timber’d and shining.
The horse-guard halted.
“Rögnir protect you; I go again
To watch the waves. The path is paved;
Proud shines your war-gear; proud march
Your men to Heorot.”
Proud were they, but worn
By oar and wind. Against the walls
Warriors rested spears and shields;
Bent bodies to benches: respite
After long labour.
“Whence come you?” Bjarndýr,
Hailed by Heorot’s herald, rose
To answer again. “Sverdberi’s son,
Bound to Hugrakkur, and by his leave
Seeks speech with King Hrothgar.
Who asks?”
“Wulfgar: once
Wandering war-chief, now counsel
To Hrothgar, ring-giver. Wait here:
To the king I hasten; his reply
Given, I will return.”
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