Not to brag or anything but I’m rather proud of this.
The story goes like this:
Once there was a great teacher of men, who knew a great many things; Professor Swain was his name. Depending on the season he would teach differing things. In the fall of the fifth year of Obama’s ruling(2013), Swain shared his vast knowledge on the Great hero of old, that mighty slayer of beasts, Beowulf. This he did with much pleasure. He taught his pupils well about the importance of a king’s benches, personal honor over the the honor of your king and what makes a good warrior and a “good King.” When the time came for his pupils to shower him with gifts to prove their learning, the great Swain cried, “If only I had a pair of socks with the story of this great hero immortalized upon them. An “A for the day” would be the reward to one who can bring me these treasured war-sandals.”
Many quested for the prized war-sandals, but none had the skills needed to succeed. One student thought, “I will use what skills I have to immortalize that great warrior in the best way I can. I shall craft a winter’s necklace as a wearable tapestry.” Many nights passed in sleepless determination to finish the neck-tapestry, all else took second place to the quest at hand. On the rising of the third day, the student surveyed the final work. They packed it in a box of fire toasted jelly breakfast bread, (pop-tarts) and presented it to the teacher. Too shy to watch him open the package, the student fled before receiving the highly sought after “A for the day”.
More or less that’s how it happened, well with less of the attempt to be Beowulfy in style.
In case you were wondering, this is the text Old English as it appears in the Original Manuscript.This is how the first 11 lines appear in the Manuscript. To read the full prologue check out the link.
LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
we have heard, and what honor the athelings won!
Oft Scyld the Scefing from squadroned foes,
from many a tribe, the mead-bench tore,
awing the earls. Since erst he lay
friendless, a foundling, fate repaid him:
for he waxed under welkin, in wealth he throve,
till before him the folk, both far and near,
who house by the whale-path, heard his mandate,
gave him gifts: a good king he!
Translated lines provided by Beowulfepic.com
I Knitted Beowulf!