When shields were shivered she was shorn of her darlings, Of bairns and brothers: they bent to their fate With war-spear wounded; woe was that woman. Not causeless lamented the daughter of Hoce The decree of the Wielder when morning-light came and She was able ’neath heaven to behold the destruction Of brothers and bairns, where the brightest of earth-joys She had hitherto had: all the henchmen of Finn War had offtaken, save a handful remaining, That he nowise was able to offer resistance To the onset of Hengest in the parley of battle, Nor the wretched remnant to rescue in war from The earl of the atheling; but they offered conditions, Another great building to fully make ready, A hall and a high-seat, that half they might rule with The sons of the Jutemen, and that Folcwalda’s son would Day after day the Danemen honor When gifts were giving, and grant of his ring-store To Hengest’s earl-troop ever so freely, Of his gold-plated jewels, as he encouraged the Frisians