Again to see and seek for the treasure, The wonder ’neath wall. The way I will show you, That close ye may look at ring-gems sufficient And gold in abundance. Let the bier with promptness Fully be fashioned, when forth we shall come, And lift we our lord, then, where long he shall tarry, Well-beloved warrior, ’neath the Wielder’s protection.” Then the son of Wihstan bade orders be given, Mood-valiant man, to many of heroes, Holders of homesteads, that they hither from far, Leaders of liegemen, should look for the good one With wood for his pyre: “The flame shall now swallow (The wan fire shall wax) the warriors’ leader Who the rain of the iron often abided, When, sturdily hurled, the storm of the arrows Leapt o’er linden-wall, the lance rendered service, Furnished with feathers followed the arrow.” Now the wise-mooded son of Wihstan did summon The best of the braves from the band of the ruler Seven together; ’neath the enemy’s roof he Went with the seven; one of the heroes Who fared at the front, a fire-blazing torch-light Bare in his hand. No lot then decided Who that hoard should havoc, when hero-earls saw it