My noble grandsire’s name was Ealdhelm,
Wise in the ways of the world this elder.
220 Among my proud people no reproach shall be made
That in fear I fled afar from the battle,
To leave for home with my leader hewn down,
Broken in battle; that brings me most grief;
He was not only my earl but also my kinsman.”
225 Then harboring hatred he hastened forth,
And with the point of spear he pierced and slew
A seaman grim who sank to the ground