Grendal haunted the moors, the wild marshes,and made his home in a hell not hell but earth. He was banished by God.
Then, when darkness dropped, Grendel went up to Herot, wondering what the warriors what the warriors would do in the hall when their drinking was done. He found them sprawled in sleep, suspecting nothing, their dreams undisturbed. Grendal slipped in and snatched up 30 men.He was delighted with tonight slaughter. and returned back to his den
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 the beginning might not be the end.
I must go help Hrothgar!! and his people!!
in his far off home Beowulf, Higlac's follower and the strongest of the Geats-- greater and stronger than anyone anywhere in this world--heard how Grendel filled the nights with horror and quickly commanded a boat fitted out, proclaiming that he'd go to that famous king, would sail across the sea to Hrothgar, now when help was needed.
Jumping to the ground, the Geats pushed their boat to the sand and tied it in place, mail shirts and armor ratting as they swiftly moored their ship. And then they gave thanks to God for their easy crossing . High on a wall a Danish watcher patrolling along the cliffs saw the travelers crossing to the shore. Their shields raised and shining: he came riding down, Hrothgar's Leiutenant, spurring his horse, needing to know why they'd landed, these men in armor. Shaking his heavy spear in their faces he spoke:
My lord Higlac might think less of me if i let my sword go where my feet were afraid to,if i hid behind some broad linden shield: my hands alone shall fight for me, struggle for life against the monster. God must decide who will be given death's cold grip.
I come to help my Lord!
We are desperate Beowulf! We need your help! you are not a ordinary warrior but you are much greater!