The Lord's Message to the King of the Danes

Herothgar, the most renowned son of half-dane will hear me out and graciously allow me to greet him in person. I am a way to see, back on alert against enemy raiders. Majesty Lodge there, its light shone over many lands. Their mail shirts glinted, hard and hand-linked, the high gloss iron of their armor rang. So they duly arrived in their grim war-grace and gear at the hall,. They stacked wide shields of the toughest hardwood against the wall, then collapsed on the benches, battle-dressed and weapons clashed. The stoutness of heart bravery not banishment must have brought you to Herothgar.