There shone corslet of war, hard, hand-linked, bright ring of iron rang in their harness, as in their dread gear they went striding straight unto the hall.
Weary of the sea they set their tall shields, bucklers wondrous hard, against the wall of the house, and sat then on the bench.
Corslets rang, war-harness of men. Their spears stood piled together, seamen's gear, ash-shafted, grey-tipped with steel. Well furnished with weapons was the iron-mailed company.
Then a knight in proud array asked those men of battle concerning their linage: 'Whence bear ye plated shields, your grey shirts of mail, your masked helms and throng of warlike shafts? ...'