Beowulf project
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- There was no one else like him alive. In his day, he was the mightiest man on earth, high-born and powerful.
- He ordered a boat that would ply the waves. He announced his plan: to sail the swan's road and search out that king, the famous prince who needed defenders.
- Wulfgar duly delivered the message: My Lord the conquering king of the Danes, bids me announce that he knows your ancestry; also, that he welcomes you here to Heorot and salutes your arrival from across the sea. You are free now to move forward to meet Hrothar, in helmets and armour, but shields must stay here, and spears be stacked until the outcome of the audience is clear.
- So, every elder and experienced councilman among my people my people supported my resolve to come here to you King Hrothar, because all knew of my awesome strength. They had had seen me baltered in the blood of enemies when I battled and bound five beasts, raided a troll-nest and in the night-sea slaughtered sea-brutes. I have suffered extremes and avenged the Geats (their enemies brought it upon themselves, I devastated them).
- Hrothgar, the helmet of Shieldings, spoke: Beowulf, my friend, you have travelled here to favour us with help and to fight for us. There was a feud one time, begun by your father. With his own hands he had killed Hratholaf, who was a Wulfing; so, war was looming and his people, in fear of it, forced him to leave. He came away then over rolling waves to the South-Danes here, the sons of honour. I was then in the first flush of kingship, establishing my sway over all the rich strongholds of this heroic land. Heorogar, my older brother and the better man, also a son of Halfdane's, had died. Finally, I healed the feud by paying: I shipped a treasure-trove to the Wulfings and Ecgtheow acknowledged me with oaths of allegiance.
- Time and again, when the goblets passed, and seasoned fighters got flushed with beer they would pledge themselves to protect Heorot and wait for Grendel with whetted swords. But when dawn broke and day crept in over each empty, blood-splattered bench, the floor of the mead-hall where they had feasted would be slick with slaughter. And so, they died, faithful retainers, and my following dwindled. Now take your place at the table, relish the triumph of heroes to your heart's content.
- I WILL KILL THAT FOOL IN BATTLE!
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