Second Moon - [Video]
[It's early Monday morning, and in the foggy pre-dawn light, Bran's PCD turns itself on. The man is reciting softly to himself, his voice low and musical as he speaks the poem in old English. The PCD handily translates the verses, however.]
...Cast off then his corselet of iron,
helmet from head; to his henchman gave, --
choicest of weapons, -- the well-chased sword,
bidding him guard the gear of battle.
Spake then his Vaunt the valiant man,
Beowulf Geat, ere the bed be sought:--
"Of force in fight no feebler I count me,
in grim war-deeds, than Grendel deems him.
Not with the sword, then, to sleep of death
his life will I give, though it lie in my power.
No skill is his to strike against me,
my shield to hew though he hardy be,
bold in battle; we both, this night,
shall spurn the sword, if he seek me here,
unweaponed, for war." ...
[Bran looks thoughtful, as he sits on a half broken wall and speaks poetry to himself. What landscape can be seen around him is broken and sand-blasted. Curiously enough, none of the typical monsters are even remotely near him or visible.]
...Cast off then his corselet of iron,
helmet from head; to his henchman gave, --
choicest of weapons, -- the well-chased sword,
bidding him guard the gear of battle.
Spake then his Vaunt the valiant man,
Beowulf Geat, ere the bed be sought:--
"Of force in fight no feebler I count me,
in grim war-deeds, than Grendel deems him.
Not with the sword, then, to sleep of death
his life will I give, though it lie in my power.
No skill is his to strike against me,
my shield to hew though he hardy be,
bold in battle; we both, this night,
shall spurn the sword, if he seek me here,
unweaponed, for war." ...
[Bran looks thoughtful, as he sits on a half broken wall and speaks poetry to himself. What landscape can be seen around him is broken and sand-blasted. Curiously enough, none of the typical monsters are even remotely near him or visible.]