iddle 61 Oft ic secga     seledreame sceal   Gleaming with joy, glad with gold,   fægre onþeon,      þonne ic eom forð boren   I am carried to the hall where I serve   glæd mid golde,      þær guman drincað.   Bold heroes carousing together.   Hwilum mec on cofan     cysseð muþe   Sometimes in a chamber as I come full   tillic esne,     þær wit tu beoþ, 5 Bodied to a palate, a man may kiss me,      5 fæðme on folm[ . . .].     [ . . . .]grum þyð,   Press me boldly with his cupped hand,   wyrceð his willa[ . . . ]     [ . . . .]ð l[ . . . .   Work his will, drink desire,               . . . . .] fulre,      þonne ic forð cyme   Mouth on mine, in a delicate spill   [ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ].   *     *     *   Ne mæg ic þy miþan,      [ . . . . . . . . 10 So the light shows what I bear in my belly   . . . . . . .]     [ . . . .]an on leohte   *     *     *   swylce eac bið sona      [ . . . . . . . . . ]   So the reckless man raises this treasure, 10 [ . . ]r[ . ].te getacnad,      hwæt me to[ . . .   Drinks deep of my own dark pleasure.   . . . .]eas rinc,     þa unc geryde wæs.       solution