Anglo-Saxon Riddle A noble guest of great lineage dwells In the house of man. Grim hunger Cannot harm him, nor feverish thirst, Nor age, nor illness. If the servant Of the guest who rules, serves well On the journey, they will find together Bliss and well-being, a feast of fate; If the slave will not as a brother be ruled By a lord he should fear and follow Then both will suffer and sire a family Of sorrows when, springing from the world, They leave the bright bosom of one kinswoman, Mother and sister, who nourished them. Let the man who knows noble words Say what the guest and servant are called Anonymous, c.950 A.D.Anglo-Saxon Riddle A noble guest of great lineage dwells In the house of man. Grim hunger Cannot harm him, nor feverish thirst, Nor age, nor illness. If the servant Of the guest who rules, serves well On the journey, they will find together Bliss and well-being, a feast of fate; If the slave will not as a brother be ruled By a lord he should fear and follow Then both will suffer and sire a family Of sorrows when, springing from the world, They leave the bright bosom of one kinswoman, Mother and sister, who nourished them. Let the man who knows noble words Say what the guest and servant are called Anonymous, c.950 A.D.