Too swift was the foeman. Yet safety regarding He suffered his hand behind him to linger, His arm and shoulder, to act as watcher; No shadow of solace the woe-begone creature Found him there nathless: the hated destroyer Liveth no longer, lashed for his evils, But sorrow hath seized him, in snare-meshes hath him Close in its clutches, keepeth him writhing In baleful bonds: there banished for evil The man shall wait for the mighty tribunal, How the God of glory shall give him his earnings.” Then the soldier kept silent, son of old Ecglaf, From boasting and bragging of battle-achievements, Since the princes beheld there the hand that depended ’Neath the lofty hall-timbers by the might of the nobleman, Each one before him, the enemy’s fingers; Each finger-nail strong steel most resembled, The heathen one’s hand-spur, the hero-in-battle’s Claw most uncanny; 21 quoth they agreeing, That not any excellent edges of brave ones Was willing to touch him, the terrible creature’s