I will never let you destroy me, for I am who protects my men and cannot let Heothgar, O knowing king rule under utter sorrow and agony.
He leaped into the lake, would not wait for anyone's answer; the heaving water covered him over. For hours he sank through the waves; at last he saw the mud at the bottom.
"Grendel's mother is hidden in her temple home, a place you've not seen. Seek it if you dare! Save us, once more..."
"I shall shape glory with Hrunting, or death will hurry me from this earth!"
But her guest discovered that no sword could slice her evil skin, the Hrunting could not hurt her, was useless now when he needed it.
She welcomed him in her claws, clutched at him savagely but could not harm him... then she carried him, armor and sword and all.. the fight brought other monsters swimming to see.
Then he saw the mighty water witch and swung his sword, his ring-marked blade, straight at her head...
"I should never allow you to destroy me and Hrothgar, O Knowing King shall not be left in agony and sorrow."
When a dragon menaces his kingdom, Beowulf, now an old man, determines to slay the beast. before going into battle, he tells his men about the royal house and his exploits in its service.
Then he saw hanging on the wall, a heavy sword, hammered by giants, strong and blessed with their magic, the best of all weapons but so massive that no ordinary man could lift its carved and decorated length. He drew it from its scabbard, broke the chain in its hilt and then,
It's my only hope. I've lost Hrunting and I'm weak.
savage, now, angry and desperate, lifted it high over his head and struck with all the strength he had left, caught her in the neck and cut it through. Broke bones and all. Her body fell to the floor, lifeless, the sword was wet with her blood, and Beowulf rejoiced at the sight.
"Hrothgar, for you, the shepherd of evil is no longer. Neither will unleash harm on Daneland, land of, now, union."
Then that noble protector of all seamen swam to land, rejoicing in the heavy burdens he was bringing with him. He and all his glorious band of Geats thanked God that their leader had come back unharmed;they left the lake together.
To the new king! The mighty protector of men!
... Beowulf and his fellow Geats return home, where he eventually becomes the king. Beowulf rules Geatland for fifty years...
Those of Danelnd say the mists are black and the wind is picking up. The air is cold and the lake is flaring. We must return. Here is my plan...