[Sidenote: She throws down Havelok violently.] +Hwan dame [leue] herde þat, Vp she stirte, and nouth ne sat, And caste þe knaue adoun so harde, Þat hise croune he þer crakede 568 Ageyn a gret ston, þer it lay: Þo hauelok micte sei, “weilawei! Þat eu{er}e was i kinges bern!” Þat him ne hauede grip or ern, 572 Leoun or wlf, wluine or bere, Or oþer best, þat wolde him dere. [Sidenote: The child lies there till midnight.] So lay þat child to middel nicth, Þat grim bad leue bringe{n} lict, 576 For to don on [him] his cloþes: “Ne the{n}keste nowt of mine oþes Þat ich haue mi louerd swore{n}? Ne wile i nouth be forloren. 580 I shal beren him to þe se, Þou wost þat [bi-]houes me; And i shal drenchen him þer-inne; [Sidenote: Grim tells his wife to light the fire and a candle.] Ris up swiþe, an go þu binne, 584 And blou þe fir, and lith a kandel:” Als she shulde hise cloþes handel [Sidenote: [Fol. 207, col. 2.]] On forto don, and blawe þe[32] fir, [Sidenote: She sees a light shining round the lad.] She saw þer-inne a lith ful shir, 588 Also brith so it were day, Aboute þe knaue þer he lay. Of hise mouth it stod a stem, Als it were a su{n}nebem; 592 Also lith was it þer-inne, So þer brenden cerges i{n}ne:[33] “Ih{es}u cr{i}st!” wat dame leue, “Hwat is þat lith in vre cleue! 596 [Sidenote: She bids Grim come and see.] Sir[34] up grim, and loke wat it menes, Hwat is þe lith as þou wenes?” He stirte{n} boþe up to the knaue, For ma{n} shal god wille haue, 600 Vnkeuelede{n} him, and swiþe unbou{n}de{n}, [Sidenote: They find a mark on his shoulder.] And sone anon [upon] him fu{n}den, Als he tirnede{n} of his serk, On his rith shuldre a kyne merk; 604 A swiþe brith, a swiþe fair: “Goddot!” quath grim, “þis [is] ure eir Þat shal [ben] louerd of denemark, [Sidenote: Grim says the lad is to be king.] He shal be{n} king strong and stark; 608 He shal haue{n} in his hand A[l] denemark and engeland; He shal do godard ful wo, He shal him hangen, or quik flo; 612 Or he shal him al quic g{ra}ue, Of him shal he no m{er}ci haue.” Þus seide grim, and sore gret, And sone fel him to þe fet, 616 [Sidenote: He prays Havelok to forgive him.] And seide, “louerd, haue m{er}ci Of me, and leue, that is me bi! Louerd, we aren boþe þine, Þine cherles, þine hine. 620 [Headnote: GRIM AND HIS WIFE FEED HAVELOK.]