The God-cursed brute was creating havoc: greedy and grim, he grabbed thirty men from their resting places and rushed to his lair, flushed up and inflamed from the raid, blundering back with the butchered corpses.
When he heard about Grendel, Hygelac’s thane was on homeground, over in Geatland. He announced his plan: to sail the swan’s road andsearch out that king, the famous prince who needed defenders.
I have suffered extremes and avenged the Geats Now I mean to be amatch for Grendel, settle the outcome in single combat. my one request is thatyou won’t refuse me, who have come this far, the privilege of purifying Heorot
The monster’s whole body was in pain, a tremendous wound appeared on his shoulder. Sinews split 340 and the bone-lappings burst. Beowulf was granted the glory of winning; Grendel was driven under the fen-banks, fatally hurt, to his desolate lair.
His days were numbered, the end of his life was coming over him, he knew it for certain; and one bloody clash had fulfilled the dearest wishes of the Danes.