Beowulf a banquet in your honor let us toast your victories. Chose the mightest men he could find,
The bravest and best of the Greats
The floor, all wet from the fiend's savage assault
Sail across the sea to Hrothgar.
He know the sea would point the prow
Straight to that distant danish shore
Wulfgar went to the door and adressed the waiting
Sea ferers with soldier's words
My older brother, a far better man than I.
Had died dred and dying made me,
Second among Healfdane's sons stained red.
The reception your father found at our court,
Had begun a bitter feud
From time to time.
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