Lakhasly

Then, when darkness had dropped, Grendel

Went up to Herot, wondering what the warriors

Would do in that hall when their drinking was done.Hate had triumphed on

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fim & alier cranes

Bloody hell Cornis horror

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was the sar of nation, con

Grindship

are of a great import torne ween demain yefers to anmar Yem Je

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muaders

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Es fulfill their destiny a great strength beli and Yove sevil and g

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writer her is trying to cua

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Grendel is/winner because I

So Grendel ruled, fought with the righteous, One against many, and won; so Herot Stood empty, and stayed deserted for years, Twelve winters of grief for Hrothgar, king Of the Danes, sorrow heaped at his door By hell-forged hands.His misery leaped The seas, was told and sung in all Men's ears: how Grendel's hatred began, How the monster relished his savage war On the Danes, keeping the bloody feud

means undis where

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many which

or dignified

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Alive, seeking no peace, offering

No truce, accepting no settlement, no price

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In gold or land, and paying the living

For one crime only with another.And that night On murder that no crime could ever be enough, wro mrade ruthle Grendel came again, so set No savage assault quench his lust For evil.For the dead.

Then, when darkness had dropped, Grendel

Went up to Herot, wondering what the warriors

Would do in that hall when their drinking was done.

trover

He found them sprawled in sleep, suspecting

Nothing, their dreams undisturbed. The monster's

War is turning

Thoughts were as quick as his greed or his claws. He slipped through the door and there in the silence Snatched up thirty men, smashed them Unknowing in their beds and ran out with their bodies The blood dripping behind him, back To his lair, delighted with his night's slaughter. At daybreak, with the sun's first light, they saw Broke tell he had worked, and in that gray morning their long feast with tears and laments. For the dead. 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 His followers apart. He wept, fearing The beginning might not be the end. And that night On murder that no crime could ever be enough, wro mrade ruthle Grendel came again, so set No savage assault quench his lust For evil. Then each warrior tried To escape him, searched for rest in different Beds, as far from Herot as they could find, Seeing how Grendel hunted when they slept. Distance was safety; the only survivors Were those who fled him. Hate had triumphed on

35

fim & alier cranes

Bloody hell Cornis horror

40

was the sar of nation, con

Grindship

are of a great import torne ween demain yefers to anmar Yem Je

45

muaders

50

Es fulfill their destiny a great strength beli and Yove sevil and g

55

writer her is trying to cua

that t

Grendel is/winner because I

So Grendel ruled, fought with the righteous, One against many, and won; so Herot Stood empty, and stayed deserted for years, Twelve winters of grief for Hrothgar, king Of the Danes, sorrow heaped at his door By hell-forged hands. His misery leaped The seas, was told and sung in all Men's ears: how Grendel's hatred began, How the monster relished his savage war On the Danes, keeping the bloody feud

means undis where

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many which

or dignified

65

Alive, seeking no peace, offering

No truce, accepting no settlement, no price

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In gold or land, and paying the living

For one crime only with another. No one

Waited for reparation from his plundering claws:

That shadow of death hunted in the darkness,

Stalked Hrothgar's warriors, old

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And young, lying in waiting, hidden

In mist, invisibly following them from the edge

Of the marsh, always there, unseen.

Yow-fing wet land