A powerful monster, living down In the darkness, growled in pain, impatient
grendel found the warriors sprawled in sleep, suspecting Nothing.
He slipped through the door and there in the silenceSnatched up thirty men and ran out with their bodies,
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 For the dead.
Then each warrior tried To escape him, searched for rest in different Beds, as far from Herot as they could find,Seeing how Grendel hunted when they slept. Distance was safety; the only survivors Were those who fled him.