So many a proud young warrior came to the seaside. And they were
carrying the ring-net, the interlaced coats of mail. And the ward of
the shore noticed the going of the earls, as he did their coming. [50]
Nor with evil intent did he hail the guests from the edge of the
cliff, but rode up to them, and said that welcome and bright-coated
warriors went to the ship to the people of the Geats. Then on the
sand was the spacious craft laden with battle-weeds, the ringed prow
with horses and treasures, and the mast towered high over Hrothgar's
gifts. And he gave to the captain a sword bound with gold, so that by
the mead-bench he was by that the worthier because of the treasure and
the heirloom. Then he went on board, the deep water to be troubling,
and finally left the land of the Danes. And by the mast was one of
the ocean-garments, a sail fast by a rope. The sea-wood thundered. Nor
did the wind hinder the journey of that ship. The ocean-goer bounded
forth, the foamy-necked one, over the waves, the bound prow over the
ocean streams, till they could see the cliffs of the Geats' land,
the well-known headlands.
Then the keel thronged up the shore, driven by the wind, and stood
fast in the sand. And the harbour-master was soon on the seashore,
who of yore eagerly had seen from afar the going forth of the dear
men. And he made fast the wide-bosomed ship, by the anchor chains,
so that the less the force of the waves could tear away that winsome
ship. He commanded the treasure of the nobles to be borne up the beach,
the fretted armour and the plated gold. And not far thence it was for
them to be seeking the giver of treasure, Hygelac, Hrethel's son, for
at home he dwelleth, he and his companions near to the sea-wall. And
splendid was that building, and the Prince was a bold King, and the
halls were high, and Hygd his wife was very young and wise and mature
in her figure, though the daughter of Hæreth had bided in that city
but a very few years. But she was not mean nor niggardly of gifts
and of treasures to the people of the Geats.
But Thrytho [51] was fierce, for she had committed a terrible crime,
that bold Queen of the folk. There was none that durst risk that dire
thing of the dear companions, save only her lord, that he should
stare on her with his eyes by day; but if he did he might expect
that death-bands were destined for himself, for after the hand-grip a
weapon was quickly prepared, that the sword that was curiously inlaid
should bring to light and make known the death-bale. Nor is it a
queenly custom for a woman to perform, though she might be peerless,
that she should assail the life of a peace-wearer, of her dear lord,
after a pretended insult. At least King Offa, the kinsman of Hemming,
checked her in that. But otherwise said the ale-drinkers, namely that
she did less of bale to her people and of hostile acts, since the time
when she was first given all decked with gold to the young champion,
[52] to her dear lord, since she sought the Hall of Offa over the
fallow flood by the guidance of her father, where on the throne
whilst she lived she well did enjoy her fate, that woman famous
for good works. And she kept great love for the prince of heroes,
and of all mankind he was, as I have learned by asking, the greatest
by two seas. For Offa was a spear-keen man in gifts and in warfare,
and widely was he honoured. And he ruled his people wisely. And to
him and Thrytho Eomær was born to the help of heroes, he the kinsman
of Hemming, the nephew of Garmund, was crafty in battle.