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sword-blade unscabbarded Boldly we brandished, our bodies expected To shield from the sharks. He sure was unable To swim on the waters further than I could, More swift on the waves, nor would I from him go. Then we two companions stayed in the ocean Five nights together, till the currents did part us, The weltering waters, weathers the bleakest, And nethermost night, and the north-wind whistled Fierce in our faces; fell were the billows. The mere fishes’ mood was mightily ruffled: And there against foemen my firm-knotted corslet, Hand-jointed, hardy, help did afford me; My battle-sark braided, brilliantly gilded, Lay on my bosom. To the bottom then dragged me, A hateful fiend-scather, seized me and held me, Grim in his grapple: ’twas granted me, nathless, To pierce the monster with the point of my weapon, My obedient blade; battle offcarried The mighty mere-creature by means of my hand-blow.