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BEOWULF<br />

care-laden captive; cringing thence<br />

forced and reluctant, he led them on<br />

till he came in ken of that cavern-hall,<br />

the barrow delved near billowy surges,<br />

flood of ocean. Within 'twas full<br />

of wire-gold and jewels; a jealous warden,<br />

warrior trusty, the treasures held,<br />

lurked in his lair. Not light the task<br />

of entrance for any of earth-born men!<br />

Sat on the headland the hero king,<br />

spake words of hail to his hearth-companions,<br />

gold-friend of Geats. All gloomy his soul,<br />

wavering, death-bound. Wyrd full nigh<br />

stood ready to greet the gray-haired man,<br />

to seize his soul-hoard, sunder apart<br />

life and body. Not long would be<br />

the warrior's spirit enwound with flesh.<br />

Beowulf spake, the bairn of Ecgtheow: --<br />

164<br />

XXXIV

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