He lokede on his rynge, {And} þoȝte on Rymenhilde. 932 He smot him þureȝ þe herte, Þ{a}t sore him gan to smerte. Þe paens þ{a}t er were so sturne, Hi gu{n}ne awei vrne. 936 He lokede on hys gode ri{n}ge, And þoute on reymyld þe ȝo{n}ge. 932 Myd gode dunt ate furste, He smot hy{m} to þe herte. Þe hondes go{n}ne{n} at erne In to þe schypes sterne. 936 he lokede on is rynge, ant þohte o rymenild þe ȝynge. 932 mid god suerd at þe furste, he smot him þourh þe huerte. þe payns bigonne to fleon, ant to huere shype teon. 936 [Headnote: _Horn kills the Giant._] [Sidenote: The pagans flee to their ship.] Horn {and} his compaynye Gu{n}ne aft{er} he{m} wel swiþe hiȝe, [_No gap in MS._ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .] To schip he wolde{n} ȝerne, And cubert he{m} gan werne, And seyde, “kyng, so þou haue reste, Clep nou forþ ofi þi beste, 940 And sle we þyse hounden, Here we he{n}ne founden.” to ship hue wolden erne; godmod hem con werne. [_No gap in MS._ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .] [Sidenote: The king’s sons are slain, but Cutberd annihilates the pagan host,] [_No gap in MS._ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .] {And} sloȝen alle þe hundes, Er hi here schipes funde. Þe houndes hye of laucte, An st{ro}kes hye þere kaute. 944 Faste aȝen hye stode, Aȝen duntes gode. Help nawht here wond{er}; Cubert hem broute al hond{er}. 948 He schedde of here blode, And makede hem al wode. þe kynges sones tweyne þe paiens slowe beyne. 944 þo wes Godmod swyþe wo, ant þe payens he smot so, þ{a}t in a lutel stounde þe paiens hy felle to grounde. 948 godmod ant is men slowe þe payenes eueruchen. [Headnote: _King Thurston’s two sons are slain._] [Sidenote: thus avenging his father’s death.] To deþe he he{m} alle broȝte; His fader deþ wel dere hi boȝte. 952 Of alle þe kynges kniȝtes, Ne scapede þer no wiȝte. Bute his sones tweie Bifore him he saȝ deie. 956 To deþe he hem browte, Hys fad{er} deþ he bowten. 952 Of al þe kinges rowe, Þer nas bute fewe slawe. Bote hys sones tweye By fore he sey deye. 956