Note 3-3 — Footnotes.

"Thereupon they all set upon him together. They cast their thrice fifty hurl-bats at the poll of the boy's head. He raises his single toy-staff and wards off the thrice fifty hurlies, 3so that they neither hurt him nor harm him,3 4and he takes a load of them on his back.4 Then they throw their thrice fifty balls at the lad. He raises his upper arm and his forearm and the palms of his hands 5against them5 and parries the thrice fifty balls, 6and he catches them, each single ball in his bosom.6 They throw at him the thrice fifty play-spears charred at the end. The boy raises his little lath-shield 7against them7 and fends off the thrice fifty play-staffs, 8and they all remain stuck in his lath-shield.8 9Thereupon contortions took hold of him. Thou wouldst have weened it was a hammering wherewith each hair was hammered into his head, with such an uprising it rose. Thou wouldst have weened it was a spark of fire that was on every single hair there. He closed one of his eyes so that it was no wider than the eye of a needle. He opened the other wide so that it was as big as the mouth of a mead-cup.a He stretched his mouth from his jaw-bones to his ears; he opened his mouth wide to his jaw so that his gullet was seen. The champion's light rose up from his crown.9