Se Freohealdes herewæðan cyðað hiera herewæsman.
The Freehold's warriors prove their prowess.
We eatað ða fylle.
We eat the feast.
Se eorl Ælfwines guðhelm and horn. Ælfwine, æðeling and cyning, wæs adredwien æt cancere. Æfter ðære fylle, his ides Arastorm and oðer cyðða his gryte geæðelon in larum and leoðum, yrfende his gemunung.
The earl Ælfwine's helm and horn. Ælfwine, noble and king, was laid low by cancer. After the feast, his lady Arastorm and others who knew him told of his greatness in story and song, honoring his memory.