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Battle with Grendel
Battle with Grendel
Then, when darkness had dropped, Grendel went up to Herot, wondering what the warriors would do in that hall when their drinking was done. He found them sprawled in sleep, suspecting
Nothing, their dreams undisturbed. The monster's thoughts were as quick as his greed or his claws: He slipped through the door and there in the silence snatched up thirty men, smashed them unaware in their beds, and ran out with their bodies,
The blood dripping behind him, back to his lair, delighted with his night's slaughter. At daybreak, with the sun's first light, they saw how well he had worked, and in that gray morning, Broke their long feast with tears and laments
15 For the dead. Hrothgar, their lord, sat joyless. In Herot, a mighty prince, mourning the fate of his lost friends and companions, knowing by its tracks that some demon had torn his followers apart. He wept, fearing
20 The beginning might not be the end. And that night Grendel came again, so set on murder that no crime could ever be enough, no savage assault quench his lust for evil. Then each warrior tried
25 To escape him, they searched for rest in different beds, as far from Herot as they could find, seeing how Grendel hunted when they slept.
Bowelf begins with grands patan on herot, Filing os maro dner wore to show his efert necha.
Battle with Grendel
Then, when night had fallen, Grendel went to Herot, curious about what the warriors would do after their drinking was over. He found them asleep, unsuspecting.
They were unaware, their dreams undisturbed. The monster's thoughts were as fast as his greed or his claws: He quietly entered and in the silence grabbed thirty men, killed them in their sleep, and left with their bodies,
Blood trailing behind him, back to his home, pleased with his night's killings. At dawn, with the first light of the sun, they saw what he had done, and in the gray morning, ended their feast with tears and mourning
For the dead. Hrothgar, their leader, sat without joy. In Herot, a great prince, grieving the loss of his friends and companions, knowing from the tracks that a demon had torn his followers apart. He cried, fearing
That this might only be the start. And that night Grendel returned, so intent on murder that no crime could satisfy him, no brutal attack could stop his desire for evil. Then each warrior tried
To avoid him, they looked for safety in different beds, as far from Herot as possible, knowing how Grendel hunted while they slept.
Bowelf begins with grands patan on herot, Filing os maro dner wore to show his efert necha.