iddle 10 Fotum ic fere,      foldan slite,   Foot-furrowing, I walk and wound   grene wongas,     þenden ic gæst bere.   Living I ravage the raw land;   Gif me feorh losað,      fæste binde   Lifeless I bind lord and servant.   swearte Wealas,     hwilum sellan men.   Sometimes out of my belly I bring   Hwilum ic deorum     drincan selle 5 The rush of drink to the fierce-hearted 5 beorne of bosme;      hwilum mec bryd triedeð   War-man. Sometimes the arch-wild,   felawlonc fotum;      hwilum feorran broht   Fierce-footed woman treads my back.   wonfeax Wale      wegeð ond þyð,   Sometimes the dark-haired, drunken slave   dol druncmennen      deorcum nihtum,   Lifts me up near the night fire   wæteð in wætre,     wyrmeð hwilum 10 With hot hands-turns, teases, 10 fægre to fyre;      me on fæðme sticaþ   Presses, thrusts, warm and wet,   hygegalan hond,     hwyrfeð geneahhe,   Down dark ways. Say what I am   swifeð me geond sweartne.   Saga hwæt ic hatte,   Who living plunder the down land   þe ic lifgende     lond reafige   And after death serve man.   and æfter deaþe      dryhtum þeowige. 15     solution