They had stirred a revolt ’gainst the helm of the Scylfings, The best of the sea-kings, who in Swedish dominions Distributed treasure, distinguished folk-leader. ’Twas the end of his earth-days; injury fatal By swing of the sword he received as a greeting, Offspring of Higelac; Ongentheow’s bairn Later departed to visit his homestead, When Heardred was dead; let Beowulf rule them, Govern the Geatmen: good was that folk-king.