And so, my request, O king of Bright
-
Danes,
Dear prince pf the Shieldings, friend of the people
And their ring of defense,
my one request
Is that you won’t refuse me, who have come this far,
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The privilege of purifying Heorot,
With my own men to help me, and nobody else.
I have heard moreover that the monster scorns
In his reckless way to use weapons;
Therefore, to heighten Hygelac’s fame
And gladden his heart, I hereby renounce
Sword and the shelter of the broad shield,
The heavy war
-
board: hand
-
to
-
hand
Is how it will be, a life
-
and
-
death
Fight with the fiend.
Whichever one death fells
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Must deem it a just judgment by God.
If Grendel wins, it will be a gruesome day;
He will glut himself on the Geats in the war
-
hall,
Swoop without fear on that flower of manhood
As on others before.
Then my face won’t be there
To be covered in death; h
e will carry me away
As he goes to ground, gorged and bloodied;
He will run gloating with my raw corpse
And feed on it alone, in a cruel frenzy,
Fouling his moor
-
nest.
No need then
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To lament for long or lay out my body:
If the battl
e takes me, send back
This breast
-
webbing that Weland fashioned
And Hrethel gave me, to Hygelac.
Fate goes ever as fate must.”
Hrothgar, the helmet of the Shieldings, spoke:
“Beowulf, my friend, you have traveled here
To favour
us with help and fight for us.
There was a feud one time, begun by your father.
With his own hands he had killed Heatholaf,
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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 honor.
I was then in the full 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:
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I shipped a treasure
-
trove to the Wulfings
And Ecgtheow acknowledged me with oaths of allegiance.
“It bothers me to have to burden anyone
With all the grief Grendel has caused
And t
he havoc he has wreaked upon us in Heorot,
Our humiliations.
My household
-
guard
Are on the wane, fate sweeps them away
Into Grendel’s clutches
---
but God can easily
Halt these raids and harrowing attacks!
“Time and again, when the goblets passed
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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
-
spattered 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.”
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Then a bench was cleared in that b
anquet hall
So the Geats could have room to be together
And the party sat, proud in their bearing,
Strong and stalwart.
An attendant stood by
With a decorated pitcher, pouring bright
Helpings of mead.
And the minstrel sang,
Filling Heorot with his head
-
c
learing voice,
Gladdening that great rally of Danes and Geats.
From where he crouched at the king’s feet,
Unferth, a son of Ecglaf’s, spoke
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Contrary words.
Beowulf’s coming,
His sea
-
braving, made him sick with envy:
He c
ould not brook or abide the fact
That anyone else alive under heaven
Might enjoy greater regard than he did:
“Are you the Beowulf who took on Breca
In a swimming match on the open sea,
Risking the water just to prove you could win?
It was sheer vanity made
you venture out
On the main deep.
And no matter who tried,
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Friend or foe, to deflect the pair of you,
Neither would back down: the sea
-
test obsessed you.
You waded in, embracing water,
Taking its measure, mastering currents,
Ridin
g on the swell.
The ocean swayed,
Winter went wild in the waves, but you vied
For seven nights; and then he outswam you,
Came ashore the stronger contender.
He was cast up safe and sound one morning
Among the Heathoreams, then made his way
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To where he belonged in Bronding country,
Home again, sure of his ground
In strong room and bawn.
So Breca made good
His boast upon you and was proved right.
No matter, therefore, how you may have fared
In every bout and battle until now,
This
time you’ll be worsted;; no one has ever
Outlasted an entire night against Grendel.”
Beowulf, Ecgtheow’s son, replied:
“Well, friend Unferth, you have had your say
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About Breca and me.
But it was mostly beer
That was doing the talking.
The
truth is this:
When
the going was heavy in those high waves,
I was the strongest swimmer of all.
We’d been children together and we grew up
Daring ourselves to outdo each other,
Boasting and urging each other to risk
Our lives on the sea.
And so it turn
ed out.
Each of us swam holding a sword,
A naked, hard
-
proofed blade for protection
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Against the whale
-
beasts.
But Breca could never
Move out farther or faster from me
Than I could manage to move from him.
Shoulder to shoulder, we
struggled on
For five nights, until the long flow
And pitch of the waves, the perishing cold,
Night falling and winds from the North
Drove us apart.
The deep boiled up
And its wallowing sent the sea
-
brutes wild.
My armor held me to hold out;
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My hard
-
ringed chain
-
mail, hand
-
forged and linked,
A fine, close
-
fitting filigree of gold,
Kept me safe when some ocean creature
Pulled me to the bottom.
Pinioned fast
And swathed in its grip, I was granted one
Final chance: my sword plun
ged
And the ordeal was over.
Through my own hands
The fury of battle had finished off the sea
-
beast.
“Time and again, foul things attacked me,
Lurking and stalking, but I lashed out,
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Gave as good as I got with my sword.
My flesh was
not for feasting on,
There would be no monsters gnawing and gloating
Over their banquet at the bottom of the sea.
Instead, in the morning, mangled and sleeping
The sleep of the sword, they slopped and floated
Like the ocean’s leavings.
From now on
Sailors
would the safe, the deep
-
sea raids
Were over for good.
Light came from the East,
Bright guarantee of God, and the waves
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Went quiet; I could see the headlands
And buffeted cliffs.
Often, for undaunted courage,
Fate spares the man it
has not already marked.
However it had occurred, my sword had killed
Nine sea monsters.
Such night
-
dangers
And hard ordeals I have never heard of
Nor of a man so desolate in surging waves.
But worn out as I was, I survived,
Came through with my life.
Th
e ocean lifted
And laid me ashore, I landed safe
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On the coast of Finland.
Now, I cannot recall
any fight you entered, Unferth,
That bears comparison.
I don’t boast when I say
That neither you nor
Breca ever were much
Celebrated for swordsmanship
Or for facing danger in the battlefield.
You killed your own kith and kin,
So for all your cleverness and quick tongue,
You will suffer damnation in the pits of hell.
The fact it, Unferth, if you were truly
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As keen or courageous as you claim to be
Grendel would never have got away with
Such unchecked atrocity, attacks on your king,
Havoc in Heorot and horrors everywhere.
But he knows he need never be in dread
Of your blade making a mizzle
of his blood
Or of vengeance arriving ever from this quarter
---
From the Victory
-
Shieldings, the shoulderers of the spear.
He knows he can trample down you Danes
To his heart’s content, humiliate and murder
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Without fear of reprisal.
But he will find me different.
I will show him how Geats shape to kill
In the heat of battle.
Then whoever wants to
May go bravely to morning mead, when morning light,
Scarfed in sun
-
dazzle, shines forth from the south
And brings another daybreak to the
world.”
Then the gray
-
haired treasure
-
giver was glad;
Far
-
famed in battle, the prince of Bright
-
Danes
And keeper of his people counted on Beowulf,
On the warrior’s steadfastness and his word.
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So the laughter started, the din got
louder
And the crowd was happy.
Wealhtheow came in,
Hrothgar’s queen, observing the courtesies.
Adorned in her gold, she graciously saluted
The men in the hall, then handed the cup
First to Hrothgar, their homeland’s guardian,
Urging him to drink deep and
enjoy it,
Because he was dear to them.
And he drank it down
Like the warlord he was, with festive cheer.
So the Helming woman went on her rounds,
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Queenly and dignified, decked out in rings,
Offering the goblet to all ranks,
Tre
ating the household and the assembled troop
Until it was Beowulf’s turn to take it from her hand.
With measured words she welcomed the Geat
And thanked God for granting her wish
That a deliverer she could believe in would arrive
