A great dragon lurks beneath the earth, jealously guarding its treasure, until one day a thief manages to infiltrate the barrow, or mound, where the treasure lies. The thief steals the gem-covered goblet, arousing the wrath of the dragon.
That goblet will be mine!
No one could ever steal my goblet and get away with it.
Waking up to find the goblet stolen . . . the dragon goes on a rampage, breathing fire and incinerating homes and villages.
The countryside is turning to ashes!
Soon, Beowulf's own thrown-hall becomes the target of the dragon's fiery breath, and it is burned to the ground . . . He begins to plot his revenge.
What did I do to deserve such punishment from God?