So Healfdene’s kinsman constantly mused on His long-lasting sorrow; the battle-thane clever Was not anywise able evils to ’scape from: Too crushing the sorrow that came to the people, Loathsome and lasting the life-grinding torture, Greatest of night-woes. So Higelac’s liegeman, Good amid Geatmen, of Grendel’s achievements Heard in his home: of heroes then living He was stoutest and strongest, sturdy and noble. He bade them prepare him a bark that was trusty; He said he the war-king would seek o’er the ocean, The folk-leader noble, since he needed retainers. For the perilous project prudent companions Chided him little, though loving him dearly; They egged the brave atheling, augured him glory. The excellent knight from the folk of the Geatmen Had liegemen selected, likest to prove them Trustworthy warriors; with fourteen companions The vessel he looked for; a liegeman then showed them, A sea-crafty man, the bounds of the country. Fast the days fleeted; the float was a-water, The craft by the cliff. Clomb to the prow then Well-equipped warriors: the wave-currents twisted The sea on the sand; soldiers then carried