A beaker was borne him, and bidding to quaff it Graciously given, and gold that was twisted Pleasantly proffered, a pair of arm-jewels, Rings and corslet, of collars the greatest I’ve heard of ’neath heaven. Of heroes not any More splendid from jewels have I heard ’neath the welkin, Since Hama off bore the Brosingmen’s necklace, The bracteates 24 and jewels, from the bright-shining city, Eormenric’s cunning craftiness fled from, Chose gain everlasting. Geatish Higelac, Grandson of Swerting, last had this jewel When tramping ’neath banner the treasure he guarded, The field-spoil defended; Fate offcarried him When for deeds of daring he endured tribulation, Hate from the Frisians; the ornaments bare he O’er the cup of the currents, costly gem-treasures, Mighty folk-leader, he fell ’neath his target; The corpse of the king then came into charge of The race of the Frankmen, the mail-shirt and collar: Warmen less noble plundered the fallen, When the fight was finished; the folk of the Geatmen