"We are Geats, Men who follow. Higlac. My father was a famous leader of men. His name was Edgetho. His life lasted many winters; wise men all over the earth surely remember him still.
I believe your words, I trust in your friendship. Go forward, weapons and armor and all, on into Denmark. I'll guide you myself - and my man will guard your ship.
That shepherd of evil, guardian of crime, knew at once that nowhere on earth had he met a man whose hands were harder, his mind was flooded with fear - but nothing could take his talons and himself from that tight hard grip.
The battle was over, Beowulf had been granted new glory: Grendel escaped, but wounded as he was could flee to his den, his miserable hole at the bottom of the marsh, only to die, to wait for the end of all his days.