Then ’twas seen that the journey prospered him little Who wrongly within had the ornaments hidden Down ’neath the wall. The warden erst slaughtered Some few of the folk-troop: the feud then thereafter Was hotly avengèd. ’Tis a wonder where, When the strength-famous trooper has attained to the end of Life-days allotted, then no longer the man may Remain with his kinsmen where mead-cups are flowing. So to Beowulf happened when the ward of the barrow, Assaults, he sought for: himself had no knowledge How his leaving this life was likely to happen. So to doomsday, famous folk-leaders down did Call it with curses⁠—who ’complished it there⁠— That that man should be ever of ill-deeds convicted, Confined in foul-places, fastened in hell-bonds, Punished with plagues, who this place should e’er ravage. He cared not for gold: rather the Wielder’s Favor preferred he first to get sight of. Wiglaf discoursed then, Wihstan his son: “Oft many an earlman on one man’s account must Sorrow endure, as to us it hath happened. The liegelord belovèd we could little prevail on,