
The Geat people built a pyre for Beowulf, hung with helmets, heavy war-shields and shining armour, just as he ordered. Then his warriors laid him in the middle of it.
On a height they kindled the hugest of all funeral fires; flames wrought havoc in the hot bone-house, burning it to the core. They wew disconsolate and wailed aloud for their lord's decease.
Then the Geat people began to construct a mound on a headland, a marker that sailors could see from far away, and in ten days they had done the work: it was their hero's memorial. What remained from the fire they housed inside it and they buried torques in the barrow, and jewels and a trove.
Then twelve warriors rode around the tomb, all of them distraught, chanting in dirges Mourning his loss as a man and a king.
On a height they kindled the hugest of all funeral fires; flames wrought havoc in the hot bone-house, burning it to the core. They wew disconsolate and wailed aloud for their lord's decease.
Then the Geat people began to construct a mound on a headland, a marker that sailors could see from far away, and in ten days they had done the work: it was their hero's memorial. What remained from the fire they housed inside it and they buried torques in the barrow, and jewels and a trove.
Then twelve warriors rode around the tomb, all of them distraught, chanting in dirges Mourning his loss as a man and a king.
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