iddle 12 Ic wæs wæpenwiga.     Nu mec wlonc þeceð   Once I was a plain warrior's weapon--   geong hagostealdmon     golde ond sylfore,   Now a stripling prince wraps my body   woum wirbogum;     hwilum weras cyssað.   With bright twists of silver and gold.   Hwilum ic to hilde     hleoþre bonne   Sometimes men kiss me, or carry me to battle   wilgehleþan;     hwilum wycg byreþ 5 Where I call my lord's companions to wage war. 5 mec ofer mearce;     hwilum merehengest   Bright with jewels, I am borne by a horse   fereð ofer flodas     frætwum beorhtne,   Over hard plains, sometimes by the sea-stallion   hwilum mægða sum    minne gefylleð   Over storm waves. Sometimes a woman,   bosm beaghroden;     hwilum ic bordum sceal,   Ring-adorned, fills my breast for the table--    heard, heafodleas,     behlyþed licgan, 10 Later I lie stripped of sweet treasure, to 10 hwilum hongige     hyrstum frætwed,   Hard and headless on the long boards.   wlitig on wage,     þær weras drincað,   Clothed in gold, I may grace the wall   freolic fyrdsceorp.     Hwilum folcwigan   Where men sit drinking, a soldier's gem.   on wicge wegað,     þonne ic winde sceal   Wound with silver, I sometimes ride   sincfag swelgan     of sumes bosme; 15 A warrior's horse, swallowing soldier's breath,    15 hwilum ic gereordum     rincas laðige   Blasting battle-song. Sometimes I bring   wlonce to wine;     hwilum wraþum sceal   Bold men to wine, sometimes I sing caution   stefne minre     forstolen hreddan,   -Or rescue thieves' catch or scatter foes   flyman feondsceaþan.    Frige hwæt ic hatte.   For my lord. Say what I am called.   solution