Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 773 pages of information about Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 2.

Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 773 pages of information about Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 2.

          By consent of Ginn & Co.  Translation of Garnett.

          THE FIGHT AT MALDON

[The Anglo-Saxons under Byrhtnoth are drawn up on one side of Panta stream, the Northmen on the other.  The herald of the Northmen demands tribute.  Byrhtnoth replies.]

     Then stood on the stathe, stoutly did call,
     The wikings’ herald, with words he spake,
     Who boastfully bore from the brine-farers
     An errand to th’ earl, where he stood on the shore:—­
     “To thee me did send the seamen snell,
     Bade to thee say, thou must send to them quickly
     Bracelets for safety; and ’tis better for you
     That ye this spear-rush with tribute buy off
     Than we in so fierce a fight engage. 
     We need not each spill, if ye speed to this: 
     We will for the pay a peace confirm. 
     If thou that redest, who art highest in rank,
     If thou to the seamen at their own pleasure
     Money for peace, and take peace from us,
     We will with the treasure betake us to ship,
     Fare on the flood, and peace with you confirm.” 
     Byrhtnoth replied, his buckler uplifted,
     Waved his slim spear, with words he spake,
     Angry and firm gave answer to him:—­
     “Hear’st thou, seafarer, what saith this folk? 
     They will for tribute spear-shafts you pay,
     Poisonous points and trusty swords,
     Those weapons that you in battle avail not. 
     Herald of seamen, hark back again,
     Say to thy people much sadder words:—­
     Here stands not unknown an earl with his band,
     Who will defend this fatherland,
     AEthelred’s home, mine own liege lord’s,
     His folk and field; ye’re fated to fall,
     Ye heathen, in battle.  Too base it me seems
     That ye with our scats to ship may go
     Unfought against, so far ye now hither
     Into our country have come within;
     Ye shall not so gently treasure obtain;
     Shall spear and sword sooner beseem us,
     Grim battle-play, ere tribute we give.”

[The Northmen, unable to force a passage, ask to be allowed to cross and fight it out on an equal footing.  Byrhtnoth allows this.]

     “Now room is allowed you, come quickly to us,
     Warriors to war; wot God alone
     Who this battle-field may be able to keep.” 
     Waded the war-wolves, for water they recked not,
     The wikings’ band west over Panta,
     O’er the clear water carried their shields,
     Boatmen to bank their bucklers bore. 
     There facing their foes ready were standing
     Byrhtnoth with warriors:  with shields he bade
     The war-hedgel work, and the war-band hold
     Fast ’gainst the foes.  Then fight was nigh,
     Glory in battle; the time was come
     That fated men should there now fall. 
     Then outcry was raised, the ravens circled,

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