His vigor and valor. ’Mid venomous haters To the hands of foemen he was foully delivered, Offdriven early. Agony-billows Oppressed him too long, to his people he became then, To all the athelings, an ever-great burden; And the daring one’s journey in days of yore Many wise men were wont to deplore, Such as hoped he would bring them help in their sorrow, That the son of their ruler should rise into power, Holding the headship held by his fathers, Should govern the people, the gold-hoard and borough, The kingdom of heroes, the realm of the Scyldings. He to all men became then far more beloved, Higelac’s kinsman, to kindreds and races, To his friends much dearer; him malice assaulted.⁠— Oft running and racing on roadsters they measured The dun-colored highways. Then the light of the morning Was hurried and hastened. Went henchmen in numbers To the beautiful building, bold ones in spirit, To look at the wonder; the liegelord himself then From his wife-bower wending, warden of treasures, Glorious trod with troopers unnumbered, Famed for his virtues, and with him the queen-wife Measured the mead-ways, with maidens attending.