my shield to hew though he hardy be,
bold in battle; we both, this night,
shall spurn the sword, if he seek me here,
685unweaponed, for war. Let wisest God,
sacred Lord, on which side soever
doom decree as he deemeth right.”
Reclined then the chieftain, and cheek-pillows held
the head of the earl, while all about him
690seamen hardy on hall-beds sank.
None of them thought that thence their steps
to the folk and fastness that fostered them,
to the land they loved, would lead them back!
Full well they wist that on warriors many
695battle-death seized, in the banquet-hall,
of Danish clan. But comfort and help,
war-weal weaving, to Weder folk
the Master gave,[1] that, by might of one,
over their enemy all prevailed,
700by single strength. In sooth ’tis told
that highest God o’er human kind
hath wielded ever!—Thro’ wan night striding,
came the walker-in-shadow. Warriors slept
whose best was to guard the gabled hall,—
705all save one. ’Twas widely known
that against God’s will the ghostly ravager
him[2] could not hurl to haunts of darkness;
wakeful, ready, with warrior’s wrath,
bold he bided the battle’s issue.
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