Then in the hall the giver of rings was grey-haired and
battle-brave. The Prince of the Danes was hopeful of help. The guardian
of the folk fixed on Beowulf his firm-purposed thought. There was
laughter 'mong heroes, din resounded, and words were winsome. Wealtheow
went forth, the Queen of Hrothgar, mindful of kinship and decked out in
gold, she greeted Beowulf in the hall. And then the lovely wife first
proffered the goblet to the Lord of the East Danes, and bade him be
blithe at the beer-drinking, he who was dear to all his people. And
gladly he took the banquet and hall-cup, he the victorious King. The
lady of the Helmings [19] went round about every one of the youthful
warriors, and proffered the costly cup, until the time came that the
ring-adorned Queen, most excellent in spirit, bore the mead-cup then
to Beowulf. She, the wise in words, greeted the Geats and gave thanks
to God that she had her desire that she might trust in any earl for
help against such crimes. He gladly received it, he the battle-fierce
warrior, from the hand of Wealtheow, and then began singing, inspired
by a warlike spirit.
Beowulf spake, the son of Ecgtheow: 'I had intended at once to work
out the will of this your people when I set forth over the sea and
sat in my sea-boat with the troop of my people, or that I would fall
in the slaughter fast in the fiend's grip. I shall yet acquit myself
as befitteth an earl, or in the mead-hall await my last day.' And
well the lady liked the words, the boasting of the Geat. And that
lovely queen went all decked out in gold to sit by her lord. Then
mighty words were spoken in the hall as before, by the people in
joyance and the noise of the victors, until the son of Healfdene
[20] straightway would be seeking his evening rest. And he knew that
a battle was doomed in the high hall to the monster when no longer
they could see the light of the sun, or darkening night came stalking
over all the shapes of shadows. The troop of warriors rose up, the
Lord greeted the other, Hrothgar greeted Beowulf, and wished him
good health and the warding of that wine-hall, and he spake the word:
'Since the time that I could lift my hand or my shield, never have I
given the mighty hall of the Danes into the care of any, except now
to thee. Have now and hold thou this best of houses, be thou mindful
of honour, and show thyself courageous, and wakeful 'gainst foes. Nor
shalt thou lack joy if thou escapest from that brave work with life.'
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