Out from the march, from the foot of misty hills and bogs, bearing God's hatred, Grendel came, hoping to kill anyone he can trap on his trip to high Herot.
But fate, that night, intended Grendel to gnaw the broken bones of his last human supper.
Beowulf's band had jumped from their beds. Grendel's one thought was to run.
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