And he took his heavy, weightily-smiting sword, with length, with sharpness (?), with shadow, with the hardness of steel, with hunger for rud-red blood, and in a multitude of bronze sickles that would sever a hair against a stream, cutting and mangling his enemies. On his side a long scabbard of electrum, with beautiful belts of silver, in a high grasp of valour and weapons11.