We have heard tell of the Spear-Danes, those lofty lords from days of yore; how men worshipped their mighty deeds.
Shield, son of Sheaf, was wont to rob throngs of foes of their drinking-halls, making frit their lords.
Though long ago he was but a foundling, he lived to find welfare and waxed in his show of worldly strength, till all who neighboured him had ought to sail over the whale-rode and hallow him with their gifts.
He was as all good kings ought to be.
In after-days, God sent to Shield and the folk of his lands a darling son who brought them merriment.
The boy knew of the harrowing that had long-befallen those leaderless folk.
And so the almighty Lord of life made him praise-worthy.
Thus was Bee, son of Shield, widely known throughout Scania.’