Enraged was the daring one; he rushed with his dart
On the wicked warrior who had wounded him sore.
140 Sage was [the soldier]; he sent his javelin
Through the grim youth’s neck; he guided his hand
And furiously felled his foeman dead.
Straightway another he strongly attacked,
And burst his burnie; in his breast he wounded him.
145 Through his hard coat-of-mail; in his heart there stood
The poisoned point. Pleased was the earl,
Loudly he laughed, to the Lord he gave thanks