It is to my people as if someone would give him a gift.
They will consume him if he comes into their troop.
It is different with us.
Wulf is on an island, I on another.
That island is secure, surrounded by fen.
There are bloodthirsty men on the island.
They will consume him if he comes into their troop.
It is different with us.
I pursued in my hopes the far journeys of Wulf,
when it was rainy weather, and I sat, sorrowful.
Then the battle-bold one laid his arms around me:
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