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[haljathefangirlcat]

My dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called “Beowulf” 😳 you’ll be zonked out of your gourd 💯

Me: yeah whatever. I don’t feel shit.

literal years later, when I least expected it: dude I swear I just saw Cain's spawn lurking in the fens

My buddy the narrator pacing: Hrothulf is plotting against his uncle

The thing about Beowulf is... I never quite got the hype about it. (Yes, we're not Supposed to use words like "hype" about world literature Classics, especially from ancient times, or to make light of them in general. Shut up and contemplate the fact that social media posts expressing nothing more than personal opinions and feelings aren't generally meant to be the same thing as academic work to be shared between academians in an academic context.) Ofc, I understood its historical value, including in terms of linguistics and philology. But in terms of "would I pick this as reading material to obsess and fall into a research hole over"? Despite trying a few times, I never quite got past ALL the references to God every other line. ("Snorri was an Evil Zealot who set out to knowingly and purposefully Christianize Norse mythology For The Evulz" crowd, I will tattoo each and every single one of those all over your body so you can't look into a mirror without accidentally reading one ever again.) The apparently disjointed "Beowulf fights Grendel and then Grendel's mother in Denmark. Years later, after going back to Sweden and becoming king, he also fights a dragon but this time he dies" narrative didn't really appeal to me, either. Nor did the presence of (afaik) exactly one (1) named female character. (Wealhtheow, babe, in hindsight I'm so sorry.)

I'm not sure what changed, exactly. It's just that, some time ago, I finally got around to reading Grendel by John Gardner, and I loved it and thought "wow, this would have made me either bawl my eyes out or stare off into space for like five-to-ten minutes after finishing it, had I read it as a teen." And after that, I found myself thinking "well, now I should probably get to know know the original story," and finally picking up my copy of Tolkien's translation of Beowulf, and realzing there actually was a lot going on in the story, and getting way too engaged in the looming "Hrothulf kills Hrothgar's kids" subplot that doesn't even really resurface in any later material about Hrolf Kraki (though those aren't exactly free from fucked-up family dynamics, either...), and going "!!! Volsungar mention!!!!" at the bit about Sigemund and Fitela despite already knowing about the Sigemund and Fitela bit and the whole "who actually killed the dragon first/in which tradition" question, and losing my mind at the bit about Hama and the "necklace of the Brosings" and "Eormanaric's hate" because, yeah, I already knew about that one, too, kind of, but recently I've gone into a little bit of a Brisingamen deep-dive, and a while ago I read a really interesting commentary and translation of the Hildebrandslied that had quite a lot to say not just about the specific hatred/enmity of a powerful king for an adventurous hero but also about the shift from Odoacher to Ermanric as Dietrich' von Bern's enemy, which ofc (?) got me thinking about Eormanaric/Ermanric/Jormunrek's apparent widespread reputation for being an asshole, something there probably has to be some accessible paper in English about somewhere out there...

Ahem. Anyway, I also found myself alternating reading Tolkien's translation with watching Grendel Grendel Grendel, the weird and very simplified and toned down but still somehow very enjoyable and sad kids' movie adaptation of Gardner's Grendel. And Beowulf & Grendel, the one without any magic where Grendel's a traumatized Neanderthal on a quest of vengeance that's somehow also quite a good watch despite the wonky editing, the cast and crew being possibly cursed by the Norse gods, and ofc, the time-displaced Neanderthals. And Animated Epics: Beowulf, which I might have actually watched once as a child, thinking about it. And Simon Roper and Jackson Crawford's read-along, featuring interesting linguistic, literary, and historical notes as well as Australian!Hrothgar, Beowulf making it exceedingly clear that "some of my best friends are Danes!", and some unforgettable exchanges such as "I used to tell my students the story about that time I almost drove off a cliff when they were worried about their exams to make them undestand that I, too, had experienced the fear of death :|" "I'm glad you didn't perish :)" "Thanks. :|" (I'm on the Fits 8-11 video, btw. Even if, when it comes to Tolkien's translation, I'm already at the part where Beowulf says goodbye to Hrothgar and sails back to the land of the Geats. Look, I remebered thos videos existed somewhat belatedly.)

I think eventually I might also end up rewatching The 13th Warrior (which I'm gonna go out on a limb and say might be the true origin of the ahistorical Neanderthals in Beowulf & Gredenl, but I remember liking that one, too). And Outlander (my beloved "aliens crash-land in Viking Age Scandinavia and fight each other while being Sad & Tragic in their own ways" one, not the Scottish one) but specifically as a Beowulf reimagining this time around (rather than as "the movie that could have totally had the Brooding Hero, Fiery But Sweet Warrior Woman, and Hotheaded Rival-Turned-Friend invent modern polyamory, because that wouldn't have been weirder than having a character called Boromir" like every other time). Maybe that weird post-apocalyptic Beowulf that was the first to do the "Grendel's mom's got it goin' on" thing, too, at least if I can find that snarky review of it on Youtube again. Probably not the Uncanny CGI Desperately Trying To Be Live-Action 20O5 Beowulf where the titular hero keeps screaming "BEOWULF!!" and "I'M BEOWULF!!!" just in case the audience's intelligence levels can't be considered to be above the average rock's, and that also decided to add a foot fetish/body paint kink note to its cover of Grendel's Mom, though, unless I can find any snarky review of it. (I remember reading somewhere that the director actually hated Beowulf, as in the poem itself, and accepting the bit of info without question. The high heels-shaped feet are just one of the reasons why I wonder if anyone ever asked him if perhaps he hated women, too. At least his work supposedly contributed to the writers of Outlander being told "there's already too many Beowulf movies coming out!" and going "whatever, we're gong to do our own thing! With blackjack and hookers aliens and shieldmaidens", so I should probably thank him for that.)

Unfortunately, while I'm pretty sure I'll be able to avoid writing down a list of Adaptations I Absolutely Need To Check Out One Day Or I'll Die (i.e. Every Single I've Ever Heard About) like I did for The Nibelungs In Their Every Possible Form, all of this had the unforeseen side effect of reminding me that, even when I didn't have much if any interest in Beowulf, I used to have a bit of soft spot for Unferth. I mean, how could I not, when I imprinted on Hagen von Tronje when I was eleven-years-old? Give me a guy who knows all of The Hero's heroic deeds and still doesn't find him all that impressive from their very first meeting, and I'll just "👀" at him. Though from what I knew, this guy in particular seemed to go against his character type by becoming more friendly with the hero and lending him his ancestral sword, which seemed pretty interesting. Especially because he was apparently a fratricide, too? And you wouldn't expect a guy who killed his own brothers and got a "... and that's why you'll go to Hell!" by The Hero over it to have any kind of redemption arc/sudden reveal of hidden depths in any positive sense. And there was also that paper (which, ofc, I didn't bookmark at the time, and now I want to kick myself for that until I remember the title or at least the author...) arguing that maybe him telling off Beowulf about the swimming race was less about him as a person and more about him having a specifc role among the thanes in Heorot that included testing strangers requesting to speak with Hrothgar to figure out if they really were who they claimed to be or if they could actually live up to their reputation...

Again, I blame John Gardner, at least in part. He has a really crunchy Unferth, who definitely reawakened my interest in the character. The on in Grendel Grendel Grendel wasn't half-bad, either, though very different in some respects. But the original, too, ended up being actually so much more fun (meaning, so much more to chew on/rotate in my mind) than I could have imagined from my vague memories.

First you've got the iconic "didn't you look like a total loser against Breca, and isn't that literally all there is to know about you?" "shut up, you're drunk, a kinslayer, someone I have never heard anyone tell heroic tales about, and also, maybe if you were braver Grendel wouldn't keep eating you guys" banter, and I'm starting to realize that might be already more juicy, in terms of both Beowulf's and Unferth's characterizations and their interactions together, than I ever thought it was. Then you've got a line that sounds an awful lot like "everyone could see Grendel's severed arm hanging from the ceiling and that shut Unferth up" and seems to imply some sort of lingering bitterness on Unferth's side when Heorot is in the middle of the celebrations for Grendel's death. But then Unferth actually starts being described in much more favorable terms, almost as if the narrator were pointing out that, despite what the audience might think after his first appearance, there's a reason he's close to Hrothgar and has a good place in his hall... even if at the same time Unferth's praised for his "mighty heart" (something quite different from cowardice), wisdom, and the trust everyone in Heorot apparently has in his mind, there's actually another reference to him having had no mercy for his relatives "in the play of swords" in the past. (Fun little detail: that line comes right after one to the effect of "Hrothgar and Hrothulf were there and no betrayal had yet happened between them"...)

Until, finally, you get Beowulf preparing to go fight Grendel's mother and Unferth giving him his family's swords, Hrunting. And all kinds of entertaining things happen in relation to Hrunting.

You've got Unferth not remembering his first words to Beowulf because he was just really, really, really drunk when he said them, which seems to go well with Beowulf himself calling out his speech as a drunken boast but not with the "that shut him up" line I mentioned before. (Which leads me to wonder: was he actually too drunk to know what he was saying? Or did Beowulf give him an easy out in case he regretted it, which Unferth eventually chose to take to try and smooth things over?) You've got Unferth being "mighty of valour" yet not daring to go after Grendel's mother himself and "forfeiting glory" while giving his weapon to a "worthier" warrior, but his sword getting some lengthy praise nonetheless, to the point of being basically deemed infallible, and Beowulf not only not making any more comments on Unferth's supposed lack of bravery but calling him a man of "wide renown", praising his sword some more, vowing to succeed in his heroic feat with Hrunting or die trying, and telling Hrothgar that no matter what happens, Unferth must get it back when it's all over. And after that... you've got Hrunting utterly failing to kill or even harm Grendel's mother.

Except, that's literally the first time it ever fails at anything? And Beowulf can only kill Grendel's mother when, with the help of God, he finds a magical sword forged by giants, which implies there was no problem with it (and, by extension, with Unferth?) as the whole situation simply needed a little something extra to be dealt with?

Then, you've got Beowulf actually bringing Hrunting back, even if it wasn't much use to him when it really mattered. And praising it again, making sure to publicly clarify, while addressing Hrothgar himself, that no, it really is an excellent sword. And, after some more "the monster is dead!" celebration, Unferth himself (unambiguously "bold", now) having the sword brought over again not just to lend it Beowulf, but to gift it to him.... a weapon that is both nothing to sneeze at and, as Beowulf himself has acknowledged while praising it, a family heirloom. (From a guy who probably already has enough complicated feelings about his family without running around giving that kind of stuff away, to boot!) One Beowulf accepts once more, and gladly, already figuring it will be "a good friend in war, a power in battle" and saying absolutely nothing bad about it (the narrator goes "oh he's so gallant!" at him after that bit, which is admittedly kind of hilarious in itself, but still, imho, not really much to go on if you want to think he's not being sincere) right before he announces his intentions to sail back home.

I'm gonna be honest: I had already read most fics tagged Beowulf/Unferth on AO3 before this Beowulf binge. And now, I've gone and reread them. I've actually read the ones I'd missed the first time around, too. Not that it took me much time at all, but still. WildandWhirling has two really lovely ones. This innuendo-heavy one is a delight to read, too.

I think I might end up writing at least one more. Maybe canon!verse, if I manage not to spiral into researching Old English attitudes to homosexuality, or maybe Modern!AU, if I manage to find a good way to transliterate "sailing off to another country to slay monsters" in this century in a convincing way. Even just to have more than six works in the tag itself. But we'll see...

I suppose, in the end, the whole point of this random, almost stream-of-consciousness post (besides freeing up my head from at least some of my recent Beowulf thoughts) might have turned out to be just that, no matter who they are, fangirls will, indeed, always make them gay. (... I say, as if this was a surprise and I didn't already ship a number Nibelungenlied-and-adjacent gay ships I got into way before any of this.) It wasn't its original purpose but *shrug* I'll take it.

Then again... come on. All that talking about swords. *grin*

[ruinedwild-moved]

main muses . ( 51. )

aedan lyons / choi yeonjun

aedwen rivers / huh yunjin

aelbert chamberlain / hwang hyunjin

aldreda faulkner / kang taehyun

aelfric warblade / choi soobin

aeschild turner / jeon heejin

amalie lionheart / kang doyeon

arnvid battleaxe / lee minho

astrid talon / jennie kim

cryaenan kae / jake sim

danica wolfsheart / cho miyeon

dhemnos / christian yu

draphine / kim taeyeon

dravor staedmon / yang jungwon

eadric gardner / ju haknyeon

eadwine hunter / park seonghwa

elina longblade / kim minji

geirmund bearclaw / lee taemin

genevieve nicholai / hwang miyoung

germund battleblade / kim younghoon

godelina warblade / kim seungmin

godmund savage / cha eunwoo

hardwin conner / bang chan

harald armstrong / choi san

icarius / lee yongbok

kaeli bhangalia / simone ashley

kamal bhangalia / fabien frankel

karoline warsoul / park chaeyoung

kiaran wolfsheart / sung hanbin

kristine lionheart / kim chaewon

kunwar bhangalia / regé-jean page

leowald rivers / jay park

lordmund warsoul / yanan

malena strongblade / yoo jimin

nikulas lyons / choi yeonjun

nordman browne / seo changbin

ogmundr warsoul / jeong yunho

osbeorn boulder / lee yubin

pernilla cleaver / lily marrow

randwulf spencer / kim sunwoo

rafenild cartwright / minatozaki sana

reginald cartier / na jaemin

roderic chamberlain / song kang

saemund striker / lee hyunjae

sigemund stonemaul / lee seunghyub

solmundr warsoul / park sunghoon

thalina staedmon / jang wonyoung

theobald bacchus / lee jeno

theodric hornblade / kim jiwoong

tyonius sylvestre / han jisung

vermundr warsoul / yang jeongin

[doueverwonder]

Enchanting tales of the gods, kings, and monsters that populated the Anglo-Saxon world. An atmospheric collection of 30 folk tales exploring stories of cosmology, monsters, conflicts and courtship from the Seven Kingdoms to Middle Earth. This is an entertaining portal into a world overflowing with mythology, magic and all manner of beguiling creatures, which has inspired everything from the Lord of the Rings to Game of Thrones. The book is divided into 3 parts: Scop is a set of stories told by the Anglo-Saxon storyteller Scop, from the creation to the destruction of the world. It explores what remains of the gods and monsters of the Anglo-Saxon cosmology. Wreccan is pagan stories exploring self-discovery and development through exile. Variations of these tales would have told by the Anglo-Saxons themselves, including Sigemund's rebellion and the trials of Beowulf. Bretwalda stories revolve around Bretwalda the chief Anglo-Saxon king who ruled over the majority of the Seven Kingdoms. These stories reflect a period when both the old gods and Christianity existed simultaneously. Remarkable illustrations by Jesús Sotés breathe new life into these tales of the past.

^ been staring at this description for a year and a half and will continue doing so for 3 more days 😔

noooo my book is gonna get here tomorrow but I'll be at my dads house so I can't read it til Wednesday :[

[charlieknighte]

you find shelter somewhere in me

Edmund Hitchcock/Sige Coleburn

Established Relationship - Domestic Fluff - Mild Hurt/Comfort

1,342 words

In a pub in Marielda in the year before the world is eaten by the dark, Sige Coleburn gets a small cut on his arm.

Sige closes his apartment door behind him and leans against it, the world-weariness he can usually keep at bay washing over him. Edmund is upon him before he can have more than a moment to catch his breath. "Sige. What happened, love?"

Sige shrugs off his coat even as he fusses over him. At this point he should really be used to Edmund letting himself in, but he still feels a little sore that he caught him like this. "Got in a barfight. I'm alright."

"You're bleeding."

Sige looks down at the arm Edmund has grabbed insistently. There's a cut across his forearm from a knife he disarmed a moment too late. "It's not too bad."

"Sige—look, come and sit down. I'll run you a bath." 

"No, you don't have to do that, baby." And yet Edmund somehow maneuvers him over to the couch and disappears. Sige flops down and closes his eyes, cradling his arm. He craves a stiff drink and a soft mattress and some peace and quiet, but frankly he’s never going to get the third when Edmund is around. He makes do with the couch and some relative tranquility until Edmund comes to fetch him again, and then stumbles after him to the bathroom. 

It’s only once he sheds his clothes and gets in the bath that it occurs to him that Edmund might’ve had the right idea. "Thanks, baby," he says quietly, splashing water over himself and watching the water run red. 

Edmund, who has taken it upon himself to wash his bloodstained shirt in the sink, smiles at him. "Should I even doubt that you won?" he says.

"Nah. Wasn't a fair fight for the poor guy.��

“I’m proud of you, darling.” It strikes Sige as a slightly backwards—and very Hitchcock—thing to be proud of him for, but he doesn’t feel like inciting a famously unwinnable moral discussion with Edmund tonight. He sinks down into the water and closes his eyes, letting the warmth of the water ease his sore muscles and melt away what lingering resentment he'd brought back from the bar. A few splashing noises come from where Edmund is still fussing around with his shirt, reminding him he’s not alone. That’s starting to feel like a good thing. 

Eventually the bathwater gets cold and Edmund goes off to find some place to hang his clothes, and Sige gets out to towel-dry and change into a clean pair of underthings. He’s lucky he only got lightly banged and bruised, but his knuckles are complaining fiercely. He limps back to the bathroom and finds his first aid kit, finding some gauze and hoping he can do a half-decent patch job.

“Hey,” Edmund says. Sige hadn’t noticed him standing in the bathroom doorway. He steps in closer and plucks the gauze right from Sige’s hand. “Let me.” Sige is too baffled to protest for a moment. Edmund takes his hand and turns it over, and starts wrapping his knuckles carefully.

Sige finds him voice again. “Not that I don’t appreciate this, baby,” he says, and watches Edmund stop what he’s doing to look up at him with his pre-argument expression. “But I’m… I’m okay. Really. You don’t have to worry about me like this.”

Edmund visibly softens and reaches up to cup his face, being careful not to touch his bruises. "Sige, I’m not worried. I’ve never seen someone you couldn’t stand up to. That doesn't mean I'm not going to take care of you when I can." He stands on his tiptoes and kisses him softly. "I love you so much. Alright? Let me do this for you."

Sige doesn't know what to say, and even he's not dumb enough to turn away kindness when it's ofdered this profusely. "Okay." He watches Edmund go back to tending to his wounds and starts to notice how much differently he does it than anyone else Sige has gone to. It’s always been with impatience that Sige patches up his own wounds, and on the rare occasion that they’ve been serious enough to warrant a visit to a medic it was altogether a businesslike affair. Edmund puts far more care into it, cradling his hand tenderly and wrapping it so gently his wounds don't sting. Sige's chest feels tight and funny, like he might cry. 

Edmund tucks in one last bit of gauze. “All done,” he says lightly, lifting his hand to leave a kiss on his bandaged knuckles. Sige is reminded of the way his mother used to kiss his scrapes and how it would take the hurt away as if by magic.

He reaches up and cups Edmund's face, feeling so impossibly warm towards him that he already knows he's not going to be able to put it into words. "Thank you," he says, quiet and earnest.

"Of course." Edmund smiles against his palm, reaching up to cradle his hand in his again. "Let's get to bed, yeah?"

"Yeah." Edmund doesn't let go of his hand. Sige lets himself be led through the house to his bedroom, and then tucked in and fussed over for a couple of minutes until Edmund's satisfied he's comfortable. He tucks his face half under the covers and smiles as Edmund walks away.

Edmund didn't bring nightclothes as always, so he borrows one of Sige's shirts. It comes down nearly to his knees. Sige watches him bustle around in the bathroom, taking off his earrings and washing his face and indulging in the comforts of relative privacy. It's sweet that he trusts Sige enough to leave the door open and let him see. He likes having Edmund here, he thinks sleepily. He's small and bright and talkative and makes Sige's apartment feel less like a shack attached to a workshop and more like a home. Sige knows coming home to him every night isn't all that realistic considering his situation, but it’s a comforting daydream to keep around in his stead.

He watches Edmund walk to the bed and shuffle in, admiring as much of him as he can in the dim light. Usually Sige likes to reach out and pull him closer by the waist, but this time Edmund is the one gently guiding him near. Sige lays his head on his chest and lets his eyes slowly slide closed as Edmund runs his fingers through his hair. He didn't think he needed to be taken care of like he was tonight, but he's starting to remember how long it's been since anyone was this gentle with him. The answer hurts. Since the moment his parents died, he hadn't gotten much in the way of reassurance other than the occasional pitying pat on the shoulder. The Six are a little better about affection, but still--he can’t remember the last time he was given this much time and attention. Edmund is careful in a way that no one's ever thought to be with him, like he's a breakable thing with too much to carry. And isn't he? 

Sige buries his face in Edmund's chest, not wanting to remember the world outside this room anymore. "I've got you, my love," Edmund murmurs. He rubs Sige's back and leaves little kisses on the top of his head. Sige finds himself on the verge of tears again. He wonders why what threatens to set him off is feeling genuinely, properly loved for the first time in years, and then decides he doesn't want to know the answer.

“I love you,” he manages to say before his throat closes up completely, grateful that having his face pressed against Edmund’s chest disguises what a wreck he is. 

"I love you too." Edmund cuddles him closer and hums softly. Sige tries and tries not to cry and is eventually successful. Maybe one day he’ll be comfortable enough to let Edmund see that. 

There’s nothing else he can do but find one of Edmund’s hands to hold and fall asleep to the sound of his heart, forgetting how used he is to the quiet.

[thefaerielights]

BEST OF 2018 » Books

Always Never Yours by Emily Wibberley and Austin Siegemund-Broka

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

To understand the Beowulf poet's exploration of the human, we must begin, paradoxically, with the monsters. Grendel is, in many ways, the most important of them, but preconceptions in the glossing, editing, and translating of the text have substantially affected our picture of Grendel. The word aglceca is an instance of an unfortunate glossing which seriously affects the interpretation of the text. The word is used twenty times in Beowulf, chiefly, as Klaeber notes, for Grendel and the dragon. Yet aglceca is also used for Beowulf and Sigemund.

Klaeber's solution to the problem of one word's describing two sets of characters is to gloss aglceca "wretch, monster, demon, fiend" when it refers to Grendel and the dragon and as "warrior, hero" when it refers to Beowulf and Sigemund. Building such a distinction into the glossing of the word completely ignores the possibility that the poet has deliberately chosen to use the same word to describe two sets of characters; as Dobbie notes in his edition of Beowulf, in the historical period of Old English the word need have been no more specific than "formidable [one]."

--Beowulf, Lines 702b-836: Transformations and the Limits of the Human, Katherine O'Brian O'Keefe

[the-penmin]

Getting a Hand from Grendel: Book X – Book XIII

Getting a Hand from Grendel: Book X – Book XIII

An illustration of Grendel by J.R. Skelton from Stories of Beowulf. Grendel is described as “Very terrible to look upon.” From: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Stories_of_beowulf_grendel.jpg.

X

Then from him Hrothgar went among his warrior band, the prince of the Scyldings left the hall. The war chief would seek out Wealhtheow, the queen consort. But the king of heaven had against…

[codexarchive-blog]

First set of old images I have for my backlog blog

these are from circa 2015-2016. 

[bizmagazin]

Start ratat la Palermo Ladies Open! Irina Begu a fost înfrântă luni în primul tur al Palermo Ladies Open de germana Laura Sigemund.

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Forecast and bet on the match Irina-Camelia Begu – Laura Siegemund July 19, 2019

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Forecast and bet on the match Irina-Camelia Begu – Laura Siegemund July 19, 2019

Match Irina-Camelia Begu – Laura Siegemund will be held on July 19 at 10:00 Moscow time in the framework of the quarterfinals of the tournament in Bucharest. What factor can make a bet on the game Irina-Camelia Begu vs Laura Siegemund.

Irina-Camelia Begu

The run is in the ranking only 112th position. This year Sharapova scored two exits in the quarterfinals on hard courts, but on clay prior to this the best result of the tennis players was getting to the third round at Roland Garros. On the eve of Wimbledon Irina-Camelia fizzled out already in the qualification, being the weaker of the Ocean Dodin from France (3-6 6-1 6-8). In Bucharest, the representative of Romania in the previous rounds beat the Serbian Alexander Krunic (7-6 6-1), and a representative of Slovenia Kaya Yuvan (6-4 6-3).

Laura Sigemund

Sigimund in turn, the world ranking is 77th. This season Laura before that his best result showed in the Bole, reaching the quarterfinals, and in addition she had a couple of outlets in 1/8 finals. It is also worth noting that not so long ago at Wimbledon the representative of Germany took off in the second round, losing to the Czech Barbara Strycova (3-6 5-7). At the current tournament tennis player on the way to the last eight alternately defeated angelina Kalinina of the Ukraine (4-6 6-3 6-4) and the Spanish Lara Arruabarrena (7-5 6-3).

Statistics of personal meetings of Irina-Camelia Begu – Laura Siegemund

Opponent has two face-to-face fight, in which once each other beat.

The odds on the match from the bookmaker

For Victoria Irina-Camelia Begu bookie Fonbet offers a factor of 1.7, and the victory of Laura Sigemund estimated 2.15. While the 21.5 TB you can put on the rate of 1.95, and the TM of 21.5 – by 1,85.

Bet on match Irina-Camelia Begu – Laura Siegemund

If we take the results for opponents this season, then they are about the same level. Specifically for the tournament, the game looks better Irina-Camelia Begu, before having achieved two confident victories. And note that the player is playing at home that in the match it should give an additional advantage. So in this pair, Romanian, apparently, with Laura Sigemund cope.

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Divij in quarterfinals

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Divij in quarterfinals

Divij Sharan and Artem Sitak of New Zealand, beat Brazilians Thiago Monteiro and Fernando Romboli 7-6(5), 7-6(2) in the doubles pre-quarterfinals of the $674,730 ATP tennis tournament here.

Meanwhile, in the WTA event in Doha, Sania Mirza and Caroline Garcia of France were beaten 6-4, 7-5 by another wildcard pair of Cagla Buyukakcay and Laura Sigemund.

In the Challenger in France, third seed Sumit Nagal was beaten 6-1, 2-6, 6-3 by Hugo Grenier of France in the second round.

The results: $3,240,445 WTA, Doha, Qatar: Doubles (first round): Cagla buyukakcay (Tur) & Laura Siegemund (Ger) bt Caroline Garcia (Fra) & Sania Mirza 6-4, 7-5.

$674,730 ATP, Santiago, Chile: Doubles (pre-quarterfinals): Artem Sitak (Nzl) & Divij Sharan bt Thiago Monteiro & Fernando Romboli (Bra) 7-6(5), 7-6(2).

€92,040 Challenger, Pau, France: Second round): Hugo Grenier (Fra) bt Sumit Nagal 6-1, 2-6, 6-3.

$ 54,160 Challenger, Columbus, US: Doubles (pre-quarterfinals): Sriram Balaji & Jeevan Nedunchezhiyan bt Alexander Cozbinov (Mda) & Denis Istomin (Uzb) 6-3, 6-4.

$15,000 ITF men, Monastir, Tunisia: Singles (first round): Nicolas Alvarez Varona (Esp) bt Kaza Vinayak Sharma 4-6, 7-6(4), 6-1.

$15,000 ITF men, Vale Do Lobo, Portugal: Singles (first round): Terence Das bt Fabio Coelho (Por) 6-4, 7-5.

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MANY at morning, as men have told me, warriors gathered the gift-hall round, folk-leaders faring from far and near, o'er wide-stretched ways, the wonder to view, trace of the traitor. Not troublous seemed the enemy's end to any man who saw by the gait of the graceless foe how the weary-hearted, away from thence, baffled in battle and banned, his steps death-marked dragged to the devils' mere. Bloody the billows were boiling there, turbid the tide of tumbling waves horribly seething, with sword-blood hot, by that doomed one dyed, who in den of the moor laid forlorn his life adown, his heathen soul, and hell received it. Home then rode the hoary clansmen from that merry journey, and many a youth, on horses white, the hardy warriors, back from the mere. Then Beowulf's glory eager they echoed, and all averred that from sea to sea, or south or north, there was no other in earth's domain, under vault of heaven, more valiant found, of warriors none more worthy to rule! (On their lord beloved they laid no slight, gracious Hrothgar: a good king he!) From time to time, the tried-in-battle their gray steeds set to gallop amain, and ran a race when the road seemed fair. From time to time, a thane of the king, who had made many vaunts, and was mindful of verses, stored with sagas and songs of old, bound word to word in well-knit rime, welded his lay; this warrior soon of Beowulf's quest right cleverly sang, and artfully added an excellent tale, in well-ranged words, of the warlike deeds he had heard in saga of Sigemund. Strange the story: he said it all, -- the Waelsing's wanderings wide, his struggles, which never were told to tribes of men, the feuds and the frauds, save to Fitela only, when of these doings he deigned to speak, uncle to nephew; as ever the twain stood side by side in stress of war, and multitude of the monster kind they had felled with their swords. Of Sigemund grew, when he passed from life, no little praise; for the doughty-in-combat a dragon killed that herded the hoard:[1] under hoary rock the atheling dared the deed alone fearful quest, nor was Fitela there. Yet so it befell, his falchion pierced that wondrous worm, -- on the wall it struck, best blade; the dragon died in its blood. Thus had the dread-one by daring achieved over the ring-hoard to rule at will, himself to pleasure; a sea-boat he loaded, and bore on its bosom the beaming gold, son of Waels; the worm was consumed. He had of all heroes the highest renown among races of men, this refuge-of-warriors, for deeds of daring that decked his name since the hand and heart of Heremod grew slack in battle. He, swiftly banished to mingle with monsters at mercy of foes, to death was betrayed; for torrents of sorrow had lamed him too long; a load of care to earls and athelings all he proved. Oft indeed, in earlier days, for the warrior's wayfaring wise men mourned, who had hoped of him help from harm and bale, and had thought their sovran's son would thrive, follow his father, his folk protect, the hoard and the stronghold, heroes' land, home of Scyldings. -- But here, thanes said, the kinsman of Hygelac kinder seemed to all: the other[2] was urged to crime! And afresh to the race,[3] the fallow roads by swift steeds measured! The morning sun was climbing higher. Clansmen hastened to the high-built hall, those hardy-minded, the wonder to witness. Warden of treasure, crowned with glory, the king himself, with stately band from the bride-bower strode; and with him the queen and her crowd of maidens measured the path to the mead-house fair.

[1] "Guarded the treasure." [2] Sc. Heremod. [3] The singer has sung his lays, and the epic resumes its story. The time-relations are not altogether good in this long passage which describes the rejoicings of "the day after"; but the present shift from the riders on the road to the folk at the hall is not very violent, and is of a piece with the general style.

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AND the lord of earls, to each that came with Beowulf over the briny ways, an heirloom there at the ale-bench gave, precious gift; and the price[1] bade pay in gold for him whom Grendel erst murdered, -- and fain of them more had killed, had not wisest God their Wyrd averted, and the man's[2] brave mood. The Maker then ruled human kind, as here and now. Therefore is insight always best, and forethought of mind. How much awaits him of lief and of loath, who long time here, through days of warfare this world endures!

Then song and music mingled sounds in the presence of Healfdene's head-of-armies[3] and harping was heard with the hero-lay as Hrothgar's singer the hall-joy woke along the mead-seats, making his song of that sudden raid on the sons of Finn.[4] Healfdene's hero, Hnaef the Scylding, was fated to fall in the Frisian slaughter.[5] Hildeburh needed not hold in value her enemies' honor![6] Innocent both were the loved ones she lost at the linden-play, bairn and brother, they bowed to fate, stricken by spears; 'twas a sorrowful woman! None doubted why the daughter of Hoc bewailed her doom when dawning came, and under the sky she saw them lying, kinsmen murdered, where most she had kenned of the sweets of the world! By war were swept, too, Finn's own liegemen, and few were left; in the parleying-place[7] he could ply no longer weapon, nor war could he wage on Hengest, and rescue his remnant by right of arms from the prince's thane. A pact he offered: another dwelling the Danes should have, hall and high-seat, and half the power should fall to them in Frisian land; and at the fee-gifts, Folcwald's son day by day the Danes should honor, the folk of Hengest favor with rings, even as truly, with treasure and jewels, with fretted gold, as his Frisian kin he meant to honor in ale-hall there. Pact of peace they plighted further on both sides firmly. Finn to Hengest with oath, upon honor, openly promised that woful remnant, with wise-men's aid, nobly to govern, so none of the guests by word or work should warp the treaty,[8] or with malice of mind bemoan themselves as forced to follow their fee-giver's slayer, lordless men, as their lot ordained. Should Frisian, moreover, with foeman's taunt, that murderous hatred to mind recall, then edge of the sword must seal his doom.

Oaths were given, and ancient gold heaped from hoard. -- The hardy Scylding, battle-thane best,[9] on his balefire lay. All on the pyre were plain to see the gory sark, the gilded swine-crest, boar of hard iron, and athelings many slain by the sword: at the slaughter they fell. It was Hildeburh's hest, at Hnaef's own pyre the bairn of her body on brands to lay, his bones to burn, on the balefire placed, at his uncle's side. In sorrowful dirges bewept them the woman: great wailing ascended. Then wound up to welkin the wildest of death-fires, roared o'er the hillock:[10] heads all were melted, gashes burst, and blood gushed out from bites[11] of the body. Balefire devoured, greediest spirit, those spared not by war out of either folk: their flower was gone.

[1] Man-price, wergild. [2] Beowulf's. [3] Hrothgar. [4] There is no need to assume a gap in the Ms. As before about Sigemund and Heremod, so now, though at greater length, about Finn and his feud, a lay is chanted or recited; and the epic poet, counting on his readers' familiarity with the story, -- a fragment of it still exists, -- simply gives the headings. [5] The exact story to which this episode refers in summary is not to be determined, but the following account of it is reasonable and has good support among scholars. Finn, a Frisian chieftain, who nevertheless has a "castle" outside the Frisian border, marries Hildeburh, a Danish princess; and her brother, Hnaef, with many other Danes, pays Finn a visit. Relations between the two peoples have been strained before. Something starts the old feud anew; and the visitors are attacked in their quarters. Hnaef is killed; so is a son of Hildeburh. Many fall on both sides. Peace is patched up; a stately funeral is held; and the surviving visitors become in a way vassals or liegemen of Finn, going back with him to Frisia. So matters rest a while. Hengest is now leader of the Danes; but he is set upon revenge for his former lord, Hnaef. Probably he is killed in feud; but his clansmen, Guthlaf and Oslaf, gather at their home a force of sturdy Danes, come back to Frisia, storm Finn's stronghold, kill him, and carry back their kinswoman Hildeburh. [6] The "enemies" must be the Frisians. [7] Battlefield. -- Hengest is the "prince's thane," companion of Hnaef. "Folcwald's son" is Finn. [8] That is, Finn would govern in all honor the few Danish warriors who were left, provided, of course, that none of them tried to renew the quarrel or avenge Hnaef their fallen lord. If, again, one of Finn's Frisians began a quarrel, he should die by the sword. [9] Hnaef. [10] The high place chosen for the funeral: see description of Beowulf's funeral-pile at the end of the poem. [11] Wounds.