Hrothgar spake and looked upon the hilt, the old heirloom on which
was written the beginning of the ancient feud since the flood, the
all-embracing ocean slew the giant race, when they bore themselves
presumptuously. They were a folk strangers to the eternal God, to whom
the ruler gave their deserts through whelming of waters. Thus was
there truly marked on the sword guards of shining gold, by means of
rune-staves, set down and stated by whom that sword was wrought at the
first, that choicest of weapons, with its twisted hilt, adorned with
a dragon. Then spake the wise man the son of Healfdene, and all kept
silence: 'He who doeth truth and right among the folk, and he who can
recall the far-off days, he the old protector of his country may say
that this earl was well born. Thy fair fame is spread throughout the
wide ways, among all peoples, O my friend Beowulf. Thou dost hold all
with patience, and might, with the proud of mind. I will perform the
compact as we two agreed. Thou shalt be a lasting aid to thy people,
a help to the heroes. Not so was Heremod [45] to the sons of Egwela,
the honour-full Danish folk. [46] For he did not become a joy to
them, but slaughter and death to the Danish people. But in a fury he
killed the table-companions his boon comrades; until he alone, the
famous chieftain, turned away from human joys. And though the mighty
God greatly exalted him by the joys of strength over all people and
rendered him help, yet a fierce hoard of hate grew up in his soul;
no rings did he give to the Danes, as the custom was; and joyless he
waited, so that he suffered troublesome striving and to his people a
long time was baleful. Do thou be learning by that example and seek
out manly virtues. I who am old in winters sing thee this song. And
a wonder is it to say how the mighty God giveth wisdom to mankind
through wideness of mind, lands, and earlship. He hath power over
all. Sometimes he letteth the thought of man of famous kith and kin
be turning to love, and giveth him earth-joys in his own country,
so that he holdeth the city of refuge among men, and giveth him to
rule over parts of the world, and very wide kingdoms, so that he
himself foolishly never thinketh of his end. He dwelleth in weal;
and neither disease nor old age doth deceive him a whit, nor doth
hostile sorrow darken his mind, nor anywhere do strife or sword-hate
show themselves; but all the world doth go as he willeth.
XXV
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