Beowulf plunged into the depths of the lake, where he could see the solid bottom of his next battleground.
The ferocious hell-bride, “...who had scavenged and gone her gluttonous rounds for a hundred seasons, sensed a human...from above” (1498-1500). With her powerful hunger for revenge, she managed to grip Beowulf, who remained unscratched from the mesh of chain-mail he wore. Her lumbering arms swung Beowulf into her lair, where dozens of sea-beasts attacked him in a frenzy of movement. He looked up the water, and saw a glimmer of brightness.
Beowulf took his Life-Ender and swung it with all his might at the she beast. “The decorated blade came down ringing and singing on her head. But he soon found his battle torch extinguished: the shining blade refused to bite. It spared her and failed the man in need.” (1521-1525)
In a fury, Beowulf hurled his sword to the ground: he would need to rely on his own strength once again, as a man who desires glory would do. He pitched her to the floor, but Grendel’s mother stood up in retaliation. “So she pounced upon him and pulled out a broad, whetted knife: now she could avenge her only child. But the mesh of chain-mail on Beowulf’s shoulder shielded his life, turned the edge and tip of the blade” (1545-1549).
For Beowulf, his victory lay in the Lord, The Ruler of Heaven’s strength. His trust in God allowed him to “...see a blade that boded well, a sword in her armory, an ancient heirloom from the days of the giants, an ideal weapon, one that any warrior would envy, but so huge and heavy in itself only Beowulf could wield it in battle” (1557-1562).
“So the Shieldings’ hero, hard-pressed and enraged, took a firm hold of the hilt and swung the blade in an arc, a resolute blow, that bit into her neck bone and severed it entirely, toppling the doomed house of flesh; she fell to the floor. The sword dripped with blood, the swordsman was elated” (1563-1569)