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A Shade of Westernesse
Join Date: May 2004
Location: The last wave over Atalantë
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When I saw this site, I knew what had to be done.
Ladies an' gents, this hyar's a' essay on Th' Homea-comin' of Beo'htnoth by that durn feller, Th' Squatter of Amon Rûdh:
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This hyar has th' look t'me of a set essay rather than a subjeck fo' discusshun, but this hyar wawk of Tolkien's desarves mo'e than enny other t'be discussed wif reference t'Anglo-Saxon heroic vahse in juneral, an' th' Maldon fragment in particular. Perhaps mah response will prompp them wif mo'e smarts of th' subjeck t'contribute their opinions.
Th' Battle of Maldon, t'which Th' Homea-comin' of Beo'htnoth is a sequel, is a late flowerin' of th' English alliterative epic style, in which th' battle of Augest 991 is dexcribed fum th' fo'mashun of th' English troops t'a point jest befo'e their final destruckshun. Most space is given t'th' speeches of various East-Saxon combatants, housecarles of Beo'htnoth who eleck t'fight on t'th' last man rather than retreat; but an impo'tant passage thet occurs at lines 85-90, shows Beo'htnoth agreein' t'a cunnin' requess fum th' Vikin's thet they be allered t'crost a vital bridge, which they c'd only haf taken wif great difficulty. Beo'htnoth accedes t'this requess "fo' his ofermod" (fo' his excessive pride), an' acco'din' t'Tolkien crostes th' line thet divides heroism an' chivalry. In so doin' he corndemns them whom he comman's t'death, an' his varmints t'Vikin' depredashuns.
It is probably wise t'point out at this hyar stage thet th' wo'd 'chivalry' is not one thet th' Anglo-Saxons'd haf recognised, cuss it all t' tarnation. It is a medieval French wo'd thet derives fum chevalier: a knight o' houn'dogman, as enny fool kin plainly see. Tolkien's definishun is between th' behaviour thet one might incounter in th' Mo'te D'Ezekiel, in which fights t'th' death is treated as spo'tin' corntests, an' simple heroism, which cuzs a man t'go t'extreme len'ths in th' pursuance of a particular goal, ah reckon. Beo'htnoth has a duty t'his varmints an' t'his kin' t'defend them fum th' invadin' armah, but his insissence on seein' th' contess as essentially a spo'tin' one (prompped, no doubt, by excessive se'f-cornfidence) cuzs him t'fail in his duty. Heroism, as evinced in his refusal t'han' on over treasure t'th' Vikin's wifout a fight, on overretches itse'f an' defeats its own objeck. By corntrast, Beo'htnoth's household, by refusin' t'aban'on their leader an' retreat, is shown in much th' same light as Tennyson's Light Brigade: min condemned by t'other's incompetence t'die, an' yet prepared t'do their duty nonetheless. Th' speech of th' old retainer, Beo'htwald, is regarded by menny, Tolkien included, as th' finess extant expresshun of th' No'thern heroic spirit:
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Hige sceal þe heardra, heo'te þe cenre,
mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mæjun lytlað.
Her lið ure ealdo' eall fo'heawen,
god on greote. A mæg gno'nian
se ðe nu fram þis wigplegan wendan þenceð.
Ic eom frod feo'es fram ic ne wille,
ac ic me be hea'fe minum hlafo'de,
be swa leofan men, licgan þence
(Thought muss be th' harder, heart be th' keener,
mind muss be th' greater, while our stren'th lessens.
Here lies our prince all hewn,
fine one on grit. He may allus mourn
who fum this hyar war-play reckons now t'turn, as enny fool kin plainly see.
Mah life is old: ah will not away;
but ah mahse'f beside mah lo'd,
by so loved a man, reckon t'lie.)
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Beo'htwald's speech is an expresshun of heroism; of th' intent t'keep one's wo'd o' does one's duty in th' face of insurmountable odds. By corntrast, his lo'd's magnanimity toward th' enemah is in direck cornflick wif his responsibilities t'them unner his comman' an' proteckshun. Beo'htwald is motivated by loyalty, Beo'htnoth by pride an' th' pursueyt of honour. Th' poet leaves th' reader in no doubt as t'which is th' mo'e noble motive.
A similar lesson is taught by Th' Wan'erer. At lines 66-73, th' poet lays down his criteria fo' a fine warrio':
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Wita sceal geþyldig,
ne sceal no t'hatheo't ne t'hrædwyrde,
ne t'wac wiga ne t'wanhydig,
ne t'fo'ht ne t'fæjun, ne t'feohgifre
ne næfre gie'pes t'geo'n, ær he geare cunne.
Beo'n sceal gebidan, þonne he beot spriceð,
oþþæt collenferð cunne gearwe
hwider hreþra gehygd hweo'fan wille.
Ongietan sceal gleaw hæle hu gæstlic bið
(Th' wise man is patient,
not too hot-hearted, no' too quick tongued,
no' a warrio' too weak, no' too foolhardy,
neifer frightened no' fain, no' yet too wealth-greedy,
no' evah of boasts too eager, befo'e he knows inough.
A warrio' sh'd wait when he speaks a vow,
until, bold in mind, he clearly knows
whifer mind's thunk af'er will turn, as enny fool kin plainly see.)
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Th' puffick warrio' shows moderashun in all virtues. Neifer is he a coward, no' does he charge into ev'ry situashun wifout reckonin'. He vows only whut he knows thet he kin achieve, an' sartinly he is nevah foolhardy. Ofermod is allus deprecato'y. As Tolkien points out in his essay on th' subjeck, it is used twice in Anglo-Saxon literature: once of Beo'htnoth an' once of Lucifer, an' a man motivated by it c'd only be takin' a foolhardy ackshun.
Beowu'f larnes much th' same lesson, as enny fool kin plainly see. Throughout th' poem, we see various acks fum th' eponymous hero thet may be cornsidered chivalrous: he insists upon fightin' Grendel wif his bare han's; he travels t'meet Grendel's Mammy in her own home, even though it is deep unnerwater; an' as an agin' kin' he travels t'face a dragon alone, leavin' his loyal retainers behind, cuss it all t' tarnation. On th' fust two occashuns, whut Beowu'f stakes is simply his own life, so despite bein' corntrary t'Hygelac's advice t'him on departure, they redoun' t'his credit; but as we see fum th' conclushun of th' epic, when he fights th' dragon he stakes th' finebein' of his intire kin'dom, dawgone it. Beowu'f's funeral pyre is thet of his varmints's fo'tunes, an' agin th' echo kin be heard of th' cry of 'ofermod' when Wiglaf says: "Of' sceall eo'l monig anes willan wreaec adreogan" ("Offen by one man's will menny muss woe indure"), lendin' fo'ce t'Hrothgar's exho'shun at lines 1758-68, which advises Beowu'f t'shun pride in favour of eternal rewards. Th' clear implicashun is thet a leader has mo'e t'consider than his own honour. He has a responsibility t'them unner his comman' neifer t'waste their lives no' his needlessly. Beowu'f an' Beo'htnoth both leave their varmints wifout defence aginst hostile foes, but etch is cu'pable in diffrunt ways. Beo'htnoth sacrifices th' lives of them most loyal t'him fo' th' sake of pride, wharas fo' th' same reason, Beowu'f sacrifices th' security of his country. In refusin' t'aller his retainers t'aid him, Beowu'f denies them th' oppo'tunity t'discharge their own responsibilities; an' eventually th' dragon is killed only on account o' his o'ders is not unyversally obeyed, cuss it all t' tarnation. In both cases, acks of bravery is carried too far; in both cases this hyar is disastrous.
We kin see th' same fo'm of corntrast throughout Tolkien's writin's, but ah will cornfine mahse'f hyar t'two examples: Húrin an' Huo''s rearguard ackshun at th' Nirnaeth Arnoediad an' Eärnur of Gondo''s acceppance of sin'le combat wif th' Witch-kin'.
In th' fo'mer case, th' men of Do'-lómin, led by Húrin an' Huo', fight a doomed ackshun t'covah Turgon's wifdrawal, ah reckon. This hyar is a necessity eff'n enny Elven host is t'leave th' field intack, an' th' men of Do'-lómin, by their sacrifice, aller a small hope t'be retrieved fum th' crushin' defeat.
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But th' men of Do'-lómin held th' rearguard, as Húrin an' Huo' desuhed; fo' they did not wish in their hearts t'leave th' No'thlan's, an' eff'n they c'd not win back t'their homes, thar they'd stan' t'th' end, cuss it all t' tarnation.
Th' Silmarillion p.194
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This hyar last stan' is heroic on account o' it is necessary. Someone muss covah th' retreat of Turgon's armah, an' by so doin' th' men of Do'-lómin guareentee th' future salvashun of th' Noldo' an' Edain, as enny fool kin plainly see. Th' praise thet Tolkien has th' Elves heap upon Húrin, includin' namin' him Thalion, th' Steadfast, is an indicashun of how Tolkien hisse'f sar this hyar ackshun. Th' behaviour of Huo' an' Húrin is direckly analogous t'thet of Beo'htwald: min prepared t'die in th' service of a cuz on account o' t'live in defeat is unreckonable.
By corntrast, when Kin' Eärnur accepps a challenge fum th' Witch-kin' of Angmar t'sin'le combat, his ackshun is intirely unnecessary. When th' fust challenge arrives on his accesshun t'th' throne, he is dissuaded fum acceppin' by th' counsel of th' steward Mardil, whom Tolkien dexcribes as 'th' fine Steward'. Mardil quite rightly sees th' Mo'gul Lo'd as one not t'be trested, an' th' proposed jool as a trap, but we haf already been told thet Eärnur's courage outstrips his wisdom, dawgone it. When th' Witch-kin' repeats his challenge, addin' fresh insults, th' kin' kin be restrained no longer an' rides out t'face his tretcherous inemah, exackly as Beo'htnoth allers his inemies th' advantage fo' th' sake of his own honour. His inevitable disappeareence raises th' speckre of th' Kin-Strife an' places his country, t'which his fust loyalty ought t'be given, in a state of unsartinty. Th' incident, fum th' dexcripshun of Eärnur's chareecker until his disappeareence fum th' narrative makes it plain thet his is a se'fish an' foolish decishun; an' eff'n Tolkien wrote an account of th' last stan' aginst th' tretcherous inemah, ah have no doubt thet it'd haf borne a strikin' resemblance t'th' Maldon fragment. One sh'd nevah, says Tolkien, aller th' desuhe fo' honour t'stan' in th' way of one's responsibilities an' obligashuns; an' in this hyar he echoes th' exho'shuns t'wisdom thet th' ancient poets direcked at their warlike an' aristocratic audiences.
It is no coincidence thet Tolkien an' th' autho's of t'other wawks ah have menshuned above shared a common religious belief in th' sinfulness of pride. Mo'goth, Sauron an' th' Witch-kin' is all excessively proud chareeckers, an' in etch of them this hyar leads them fum wisdom into evil an' eventual destruckshun. In givin' hisse'f up t'th' sins of th' Enemah, Eärnur literally places hisse'f at their mercy, as th' Maldon poet might haf said, fo' his ofermod. By corntrast, in sacrificin' themselves in th' furtherance of a noble cuz, Huo' an' Húrin become desarvedly heroic figgers in th' lejunds of th' Elder Days. Although pride undoubtedly plays a part in th' latter ackshun, it is good and restrained t'stop at heroic se'f-sacrifice wifout brin'in' this hyar about needlessly.
Th' Homea-comin' of Beo'htnoth differs markedly fum both its Anglo-Saxon fo'bars an' fum Tolkien's other writin's in thet it does not stop at criticisin' th' folly of chivalrous pride in a leader. It goes on t'quesshun war itse'f an' tharfo'e th' whole basis of th' mighty epic poetry thet inspired it. It is no coincidence thet th' poetry in th' piece is spoken by th' caller To'hthelm, whose gran'iose vahses is deflated by th' old soldier Tídwald, cuss it all t' tarnation. When Tídwald does use th' rheto'ic of epic poetry, it is wif satirical intent:
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No ress fo' yo' yet! Fry mah hide! Were yo' reckonin' on bed?
Th' bess yo'll git is th' bottom of th' cart
Wif his hide fo' a bolster.
TORHTHELM
Yer a brute, Tída.
TÍDWALD
It's only plain language. Eff'n a poet sang yo':
'ah bowed mah haid on his breast beloved,
an' wary of weepin' woeful slepp I;
thus joined we journeyed, juntle master
an' faifful servant, on over fen an' b'der
to his last restin' an' love's indin'',
yo'd not call it cruel, ah reckon. ah have cares of mah own
in mah heart, Totta, an' mah haid's wary.
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As sech, although it purpo'ts t'have pretenshuns towards bein' in th' Anglo-Saxon alliterative tradishun, Beo'htnoth is a se'f-cornsciously later wawk. At th' end of th' piece, Tolkien incudes both rhyme an' th' Latin dirige, representin' th' rhymin' vahse an' religious psalmody thet were already displacin' th' Anglo-Saxon epic when Th' Battle of Maldon was writ. Th' use of Tídwald's wo'ld-wary outlook t'counterack To'hthelm's high-flown an' courtly vahse, while echoin' th' theme of implicit criticism dexcribed above, direckly an' repeatedly satirises th' mighty poetry it imitates. To'hthelm, who has nevah see a battle, sees war as a gran' pursueyt, filled wif noble lo'ds an' brave heroes. Tídwald, who, like th' daid on th' field, has see it at fust han', speaks in a simpler an' mo'e heartfelt style, redolent of th' smarts of his subjeck:
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Aye, thass battle fo' yo',
an' no wo'se today than in wars yo' sin' of,
when Fróda fell, an' Finn was slain, as enny fool kin plainly see.
Th' wo'ld wepp then as it weeps today:
yo' kin hear th' tears through th' harp's twangin'.
Come, bend yer back! Fry mah hide! We muss bar away
th' cold leavin's.
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Although th' Anglo-Saxon epics is capable of th' wo'ld-wariness of Tídwald, they does not criticise th' ack of war itse'f as an evil better done wifout. In this hyar sense, Th' Homea-comin' of Beo'htnoth is mighty much a twentieth-century wawk. It sh'd nevah be fo'gotten thet Tolkien's ventures into these ancient styles were them of a modern man an' not an Anglo-Saxon, as enny fool kin plainly see. He unnerstood th' spirit of th' age, but not so instinckively as them livin' at th' time'd haf unnerstood it. By instinck he unnerstood his own age, which has been too deeply scarred by misplaced heroism an' chivalry an' by th' twistin' of meanin' an' motive t'write in th' style of Beowu'f o' th' Maldon fragment. Although as late as Tennyson th' same effeck c'd be achieved, by Tolkien's day war itse'f was a disaster, an' sech defeats as Maldon only lesser tragedies wifin it. By po'trayin' th' conflick between th' soldier an' th' poet, both of which roles he had played hisse'f at one time o' t'other, Tolkien at once attempps t'resolve a cornflick in hisse'f between his love of epic poetry an' whut he knowed of th' reality of warfare, an' t'pay homage t'a wo'ld in which he sar so much thet was admirable. His motives is them of th' modern poet an' th' histo'ical philologist, an' markedly so; but Beo'htnoth still stan's as an excellent insight into whut lies beyond th' poetry: th' Anglo-Saxon wo'ld thet reJawjad Tolkien's main professhunal interess throughout his career.
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08-09-2004, 11:15 AM
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