{To thee only can I look for assistance.}
55 And the
heavens lower. Now is help to be gotten
From
thee and thee only! The abode thou know’st
not,
The
dangerous place where thou’rt able to meet with
The
sin-laden hero: seek if thou darest!
For
the feud I will fully fee thee with money,
60 With
old-time treasure, as erstwhile I did thee,
With
well-twisted jewels, if away thou shalt get thee.”
[1] For ‘gefraegnod’
(1334), K. and t.B. suggest ‘gefaegnod,’
rendering
‘rejoicing in her
fill.’ This gives a parallel to ‘aese
wlanc’
(1333).
[2] The line ‘And ...
yielding,’ B. renders: And she has performed
a
deed of blood-vengeance whose
effect is far-reaching.
[3] ‘Se Þe’ (1345)
is an instance of masc. rel. with fem. antecedent.
So v. 1888, where ‘se
Þe’ refers to ‘yldo.’
[4] For ‘hrimge’
in the H.-So. edition, Gr. and others read ‘hrinde’
(=hrinende), and translate:
which rustling forests overhang.
XXII.
BEOWULF SEEKS GRENDEL’S MOTHER.
Beowulf answered, Ecgtheow’s son:
{Beowulf exhorts the old king to arouse himself for action.}
“Grieve
not, O wise one! for each it is better,
His
friend to avenge than with vehemence wail him;
Each
of us must the end-day abide of
5
His earthly existence; who is able accomplish
Glory
ere death! To battle-thane noble
Lifeless
lying, ’tis at last most fitting.
Arise,
O king, quick let us hasten
To
look at the footprint of the kinsman of Grendel!
10 I promise
thee this now: to his place he’ll escape
not,
To
embrace of the earth, nor to mountainous forest,
Nor
to depths of the ocean, wherever he wanders.
[49] Practice thou now patient endurance
Of
each of thy sorrows, as I hope for thee soothly!”
{Hrothgar rouses himself. His horse is brought.}
15 Then
up sprang the old one, the All-Wielder thanked he,
Ruler
Almighty, that the man had outspoken.
Then
for Hrothgar a war-horse was decked with a bridle,
Curly-maned
courser. The clever folk-leader
{They start on the track of the female monster.}
Stately
proceeded: stepped then an earl-troop
20 Of linden-wood
bearers. Her footprints were seen then
Widely
in wood-paths, her way o’er the bottoms,
Where
she faraway fared o’er fen-country murky,
Bore
away breathless the best of retainers
Who
pondered with Hrothgar the welfare of country.
25 The son
of the athelings then went o’er the stony,