BP+Andrew

BEOWULF //Audio Book// lines: //2542-2568// (Andrew W. Yoon)  //media type="file" key="beo22.m4a" width="300" height="50" Original// Hard by the rock-face that hale veteran, a good man who had gone repeatedly into combat and danger and come through, saw a stone arch and a gushing stream that burst from the barrow, blazing and wafting a deadly heat. It would be hard to survive unscathed near the hoard, to hold firm against the dragon in those flaming depths. Then he gave a shout. The lord of the Geats unburdened his breast and broke out in a storm of anger. Under grey stone his voice challenged and resounded clearly. Hate was ignited. The hoard-guard recognised a human voice, the time was over for peace and parleying. Pouring forth in a hot battle-fume, the breath of the monster burst from the rock. There was a rumble under ground. Down there in the barrow, Beowulf the warrior lifted his shield: the outlandish thing writhed and convulsed and viciously turned on the king, whose keen-edged sword, an heirloom inherited by ancient right, was already in his hand. Roused into fury, each antagonist struck terror in the other. Unyielding, the lord of his people loomed by his tall shied, sure of his ground, while the serpent looped and unleashed itself.

//Translated// Tough and facing the rock cliff, that healthy old-man, a good man who constantly went though battles and danger and come through, saw a stone arch and a flowing stream that burst from the barrow, burning and passing an intense heat. It would be hard to survive unharmed near the hoard, to hold firm against the dragon in the intensity of the hot flames. Then he shouted. The lord of the Geats undressed from his breast and expressed anger. Under grey stone his voice was loud and filled clearly. Hatred was present. The hoard-guard recognised a human voice, peace was over. Shooting out the dragon-breath (battle-fume). The grounds shook. Down in the barrow, Beowulf raised his shield: the queer thing tossed and shook and rigourously turned on the king, whose keen-edged sword, an inherited heirloom. Awakened into fury, the combatants fought with each other. Resolute, Beowulf enlarged by his tall shied, sure of his actions, while the dragon unleashed its terror.

 //Translated (final draft)// Tough and brave, facing the rock cliff, that respected and prominent old-man, a good man who constantly went though many battles and dangers, and survived, saw an arch of stone and a flowing stream that rushed off from the barrow, burning and passing an intense heat. It would be difficult to survive and go past unharmed by the hoard, to hold take position against the dragon in the intensity of the hot flames. Then he shouted. The lord of the Geats undressed from his breast and expressed great anger. Under grey stone his voice was loud and filled clearly. Hatred was present. The hoard-guard recognised a human voice, peace was over. Shooting out the dragon-breath (battle-fume). The grounds shook. Down in the barrow, Beowulf raised his shield: the queer thing tossed and shook and rigourously turned on the king, whose keen-edged sword, an inherited heirloom. Awakened into fury, the combatants fought with each other. Resolute, Beowulf enlarged by his tall shied, sure of his actions, while the dragon unleashed its terror.