To Gefnhame Groar, his guards and goods
Weary wanderers, wounded came
Seeking succour, in shielded pale
Osgar obliging, open his his hand
Hearthfire and healing for bone-weary band
tidings and Tales, cheerfully traded
till rudely were reivers, pukelfolk thievers
Spied by silver-wrought, spellcraft of Nothgyth.
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Stout then the Shopman, stood by the host
Hard handed heroes, hucksters to deal out
Shieldwall steel, the splitters of skulls
Hearth-guest and Hearth-guard holding as one
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Grim by the Gate, greeded the weapons
War wrath laid Wightlings to waste by and by
Craven and cowardly, combat shirking
Wightish Overlords from Osgarlingas fled
Leaving the Lytelman of Lich-field the Master
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Groar the Giver, gifts to Osgar
Taloc thrall from tribe unnamed
slavish shackles, smashed asunder
wierd writ new by will of Thegn
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Trouble taking, traders to speed
To spy the south cave a friendly deed
Herewulf huntsman, hearing keen his
Cunning gave warning of danger within
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Softly, softly, shuffled foreward
Lytelman and Wystan, steel in hand
Stealing sneaking, sleeper to smite
A stumble a tumble, and up leapt the wight
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Massive the maul, monster made
Straining the shield, struggled the Thegn
Atheling angry attacked in his turn
But came into Cave crashing number two Thurse
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Fearsome the fight, for warriors
two on two, against the brutal foe
Terrible the time, first one and then the other
Bruised and banged, under the battle yoke
till Thurse twin slain, his brother
barged and battered, broke for cover
futile the flight, in open sight
Herewulf bow bent and ended its plight