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- 2022 - I heard the company call her Freawaru
- as she made her rounds, presenting men
- with the gem-studded bowl, young bride-to-be
- to the gracious Ingeld, in her gold-trimmed attire.
- The friend of the Shieldings favours her betrothal:
- the guardian of the kingdom sees good in it
- and hopes this woman will heal old wounds
- and grievous feuds.
- But generally the spear
- is prompt to retaliate when a prince is killed,
- no matter how admirable the bride may be
- "Think how the Heathobards will be bound to feel
- their lord, Ingeld, and his loyal thanes,
- when he walks in with that woman to the feast:
- Danes are at the table, being entertained,
- honoured guests in glittering regalia,
- burnished ring-mail that was their hosts' birthright,
- looted when the Heathobards could no longer wield
- their weapons in the shield-clash, when they went down
- with their beloved comrades and forfeited their lives.
- Then an old spearman will speak while they are drinking,
- having glimpsed some heirloom that brings alive
- memories of the massacre; his mood will darken
- and heart-stricken, in the stress of his emotion,
- he will begin to test a young man's temper
- and stir up trouble, starting like this:
- 'Now, my friend, don't you recognize
- your father's sword, his favourite weapon,
- the one he wore when he went out in his war-mask
- to face the Danes on that final day?
- After Wethergeld died and his men were doomed
- the Shieldings quickly claimed the field,
- and now here's a son of one or other
- of those same killers coming through our hall
- overbearing us, mouthing boasts,
- and rigged in armour that by right is yours.'
- And so he keeps on, recalling and accusing,
- working things up with bitter words
- until one of the lady's retainers lies
- spattered in blood, split open
- on his father's account. The killer knows
- the lie of the land and escapes with his life.
- Then on both sides the oath-bound lords
- will break the peace, a passionate hate
- will build up in Ingeld and love for his bride
- will falter in him as the feud rankles.
- I therefore suspect the good faith of the Heathobards,
- the truth of their friendship and the trustworthiness
- of their alliance with the Danes.
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