Off course my king. I'll come as quick as I can.
The Spoils
Wig...laf. Is that you?
My king, please, don't die on me. Our people need you.
The Spoils
Off course my king. I shall honor you until the day I die. Praise Beowulf!
Wi...laf, honor me by making tower that everyone would see and remeber me.
The mighty Beowulf had successfully killed the dragon, wounded and hurt. As he was dying, Wiglaf was sent to get the gold.
The Farewells
Wiglaf... we're sorry. We honor our king as much as you do.
You men should be ashamed of yourselves! Beowulf is our king! You must be loyal to him!
Wiglaf returned with gold and and a glorious banner made by one of the best weavers hoping that his king, Beowulf, may still be alive. He saw Beowulf gasping hurt on the ground filled with blood and quickly sprinkled water.
The Farewells
As Beowulf died, he proposes to Wiglaf to lead his people, the Geats. He said to him to build a tower on a the edge of a cliff were all the people would remeber his name.
The Farewells
Praise our brave king, Beowulf for his great and mighty heroic deeds!
Wiglaf denounced the other warrior who had left Beowulf fight alone.
The Geats burn their king's body on a funeral pyre while they lament his honorable and mighty death.
Long live our mighty king!
Praise our lord for his righteousness and bravery!
The treasures that Wiglaf took were taken to the tower they had built for their king, Beowulf. The rest of the Geats surrounded the tower with their horses and praised him.
His honor and name will be remembered forever!
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