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109 Cards in this Set
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Mighty men beneath the heavens rulers in the hall...
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...cannot say who received that cargo
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Brutish demon who...
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...lived in darkness
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Bard... who sang that the Almighty made the earth's radiant plain encompassed by oceans
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God all powerfull ordained Sun and Moon to shine for Mankind
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At times they offered sacrifices in their...
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...pagan tabernacles, prayed to the soul-slayer
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Woe to the man who in his wickedness...
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...commits his soul to the fires embrace
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I've never set eyes on a more noble man
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a warrior in armour than one among your band
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Bold seafarers
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strangers from afar
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Wealthow came forwards mindful of ceremonial...
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...greeted the men in the hall then offered the cup
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Adorned in...
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...gold
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Fate has ordained it for all those who have sould
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will sleep there after the banquet
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Thus Offa's young son could see for himself that
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the earl was no man to suffer cowardice
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Listen messenger! take back this reply, that a noble earl and his troop stand here
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who will defend it to the last ditch
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Two proven warriors stood with Wulfstan
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Aelfere and Maccus, both brave men
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In foolhardy pride
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the Earl allowd those hateful people access to the ford
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The lake stained...
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...with battle blood at last became still
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The Geats sick at heart, sat down and stared at the lake
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Hopeless that yet hoped to set eyes on their dear lord
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No man but Beowuld could hope
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to handle it in teh quick of combat
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Beowulf saw among the weapons
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an invincible sword
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She wanted to avenge her son
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her only offspring
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Beowulf trusted his own strength, the might of his hand
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So must any man who hopes to gain long-lasting fame
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[Hrunting] sheared often through the helmet, split the corselt of a fated man
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for the first time that precious sword failed to live up to it's name
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I will make
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My name
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[Unferth] at the lake he lost his reown for bravery
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it was not so with Beowulf
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his massive corslet...knew how to guard the body
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so that his foe's grasp could not crush his chest
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The water boiled
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with blood
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Better each man should
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avenge his friend than deeply mourn
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he who may should win renown before his death
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that is a warriors best memorial
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Men do not know if he had a father
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a friend once begottenby mysterious spirits
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Grendel's mother was
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a monster of a woman
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IT was their habbit both at home and in the feild to be prepared for battle always
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for any occasion their lord might need assisstance that was a loyal band of retainers
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But one of the feasters lying on his bed
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was doomed and soon to die
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They will do
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as I ask
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Oh happy Beowulf, be gracious
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in your dealing with my sons
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fate claimed him then when he, foolhardy
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courted disaster a feud with the Frisians
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And be generous to them too,
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mindful of gifts you have now ammassed from far and wide
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I am told you intend to adopt this warrior
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take him for your son
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she presented twisted gold
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with courtly ceremonial
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Hengst did not shrink
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from the duty of vengence
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HIideburgh asked that her own son
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be commited tot he flames at her brothers funeral
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the greif stricken woman keened over his corpse
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sang doleful dirges
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hildeburgh... that innocent woman lost
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her loved ones, son and brother
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Whoever lives long on earth, endures the unrest of these times
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will be involved with much good and much evil
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Furthermore the guardian of warriors gave a treasure
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an heirloom at the mead bench to each of those men who had crossed the sea
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The time was not yet come when the
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Scyldings practiced wrongful deeds
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He had not cause to be ashamed
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at those precious gifts
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There are few men, as far as i have heard
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who have given four such treasures gleaming with gold
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No proven sword could possibly harm it
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could damage that battle hardened blood stained hand
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The woman (whoever she was) who gave birth to such a sonto be one of humankind
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may claim that the Creator was gracious to her in her child bearing
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Heremod's prowess, strenth and daring
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had been brought to an end
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[Heremod] had become
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a source of greif to his people
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NO little fame attatched to Sigemund's name
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when the corageous man had killed the dragon...braved teh dangerous deed alone
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We cannot doubt that mighty God
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has always ruled over mankind
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DotR: I can heal all those who stand
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in awe of me
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DotR: Long ago i became the worst of tourtures, hated by men
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until iIopened them to the true way of life
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DotR: Then I prayed to the cross, eager and light hearted
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although i was alonewith my own poor company
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DotR: I can turn to that tree of victory alone
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and more often than any other man and honour it fully
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DotR: Hope was renewed, blessed and blissful
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for those who before suffered burning
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The hearts cup overflowed: they mourned their loss
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the death of their lord
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A maiden of the Geats with her tresses swept up
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intoned a dirge for Beowulf time afte time
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Declared she lived in dread of days to come
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dark with carnage and keening
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Now the Geats must make ready for a time of war
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fo rthe Franks and the Frisians in far off reigions will hear soon of the kings death
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You are the last survivour of our family...fate has sweapt all my kinsmen
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those corageous warriors to their doom, I must follow them
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A treasure hoard, Gold in the ground
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will survive its owner easily, whosoever hides it!
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Once I have set eyes on such a store
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it will be more easy for me to die
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Now the day has come when our lord needs support
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the might of strong men
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And Beowulf's companions, sons of nobles so far from protecting him in a troop together
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shrank back into the forest scared for their own lives
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This is not your undertaking, nor is it possible
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for any man but me alone to pit his strength against the gruesome one
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He declined absolutely to
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become Heardred's lord
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Nor did he set much store by the fearless dragon's power
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for had he not before experienced danger again and again
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[The Dragon] relied on his own strength
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his trust played him false
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yet [the dragon] exulted at the thought of battle
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bloody conflict
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That retainer who outlived the rest
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a gold-gaurdian mourning his friends
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Beowulf gave them as he gave his treasures
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so should a kinsman do, and never weave nets with underhand subtlety
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For Ingeld leader of the Heathobards and all his retainers
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For the guests will gleanwith Heathobard heirlooms
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Freawaru is promised to Ingeld of Heathobards
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use her as a peace-weaver
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The famous queen, the peace weaver, walked across the floor exhorting the young warriors
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often she gave some man a twisted ring before returning to her seat
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[Queen Thryth] It is not right for a queen, compelling though her beauty
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to behave like this, for a peace weaver to deprive a dear man of his life
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Queen Thryth was proud and perverse
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pernicious to her people
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Strong men should seek
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fame in far off lands
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untill the black raven gaily
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proclaimed sunrise
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Remember proud warrior what is more worthwile
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gain everlasting
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Then teh poisoned shaft peirces his mind under his helmet
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and he does not know how to resist the devil insidious, secret temptations
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he suffers no setbacks untill
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the seed of arrogance is sown and grown within him
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Be warned Beowulf
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learn the nature of nobility
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Heremod was hardly that...in a mad rage he murdered his table companions
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his most loyal followers
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On it was engraced the origins of strife in time immemorial, when teh tide of raising water drowned teh race of giants
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Their end was horrible they were opposed to the Eternal Lord
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BoM: He rode about and advised
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He told his men who they whoudl stand firm
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BoM: Teh brave seafares have sent me to say to you that they will be so good as to let you
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give gold rings in return for peace
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BoM: Listen messenger! take BoM: Take back this reply, break teh bitter news to your people that a noble earl and his troop standover here
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gaurdians of the people, and of the country, the home of Ethelred-my prince who will defend this land to the last ditch
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BoM: Then in foolhardy pride the earl allowed
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those hateful people access to the ford
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BoM: Teh time had come for all the doomed men
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to fall in the fight
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BoM: Ravens wheeled and theeale
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circles overhead, craving for carrion
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BoM: He chose to sleep
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on the bed of death
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BoM: Then certain cowards beat a hasty retreat
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The sons of Odda were the first to take flight, Godric, Godwine, Godwig, and more men followed than was at all right
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BoM: It was just as Offa once said to Byrhtnoth at an open council in the meeting place
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that many who spoke proudly of their prowess would prove unworthy of their words under battle stress
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BoM: Godric the cowarly
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son of Odda hasbetrayed us all
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BoM: may fourtune frown on him whose cowardice has
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caused this catastrophe
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BoM: And prayed to god that they should
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be allowed to avenge their lord by killing all their enemies
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BoM: I am old, I will not go from here
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but I mean to lie by the side of my lord
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BoM: may fourtune frown on him whose cowardice has
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caused this catastrophe
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BoM: And prayed to god that they should
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be allowed to avenge their lord by killing all their enemies
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BoM: I am old, I will not go from here
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but I mean to lie by the side of my lord
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BoB: earned this year fame everlasting with the blades of their swords
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in battle as Brunanburh
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BoB: as was only filling
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for men of their lineage
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BoB: There the Norse king
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was forced to flee
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BoB: Constantine too (a man of discretion) fled
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north to the comforts of his own country
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BoB: that old warrior had no reason whatsoever to relish the swordplay
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he left his son savaged by weapons
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BoB: They left behindthem to devour the corpses, relish teh carrion the horny beaked raven
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garbed in black and teh grey coated eagle (a greedy war-hawk)
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Never before this were more men in this island
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slain by the sword's edge
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