The old one’s equipments he carried to Higelac. He the jewels received, and rewards ’mid the troopers Graciously promised, and so did accomplish: The king of the Weders requited the war-rush, Hrethel’s descendant, when home he repaired him, To Eofor and Wulf with wide-lavished treasures, To each of them granted a hundred of thousands In land and rings wrought out of wire: None upon mid-earth needed to twit him With the gifts he gave them, when glory they conquered; And to Eofor then gave he his one only daughter, The honor of home, as an earnest of favor. That’s the feud and hatred⁠—as ween I ’twill happen⁠— The anger of earthmen, that earls of the Swedemen Will visit on us, when they hear that our leader Lifeless is lying, he who longtime protected His hoard and kingdom ’gainst hating assailers, Who on the fall of the heroes defended of yore The deed-mighty Scyldings, did for the troopers What best did avail them, and further moreover Hero-deeds ’complished. Now is haste most fitting, That the lord of liegemen we look upon yonder, And that