Front Page Titles (by Subject) XXII.: THEY FOLLOW GRENDEL'S DAM TO HER LAIR. - The Tale of Beowulf, sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats
XXII.: THEY FOLLOW GRENDEL’S DAM TO HER LAIR. - Beowulf, The Tale of Beowulf, sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats [750 AD]
The Tale of Beowulf, sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats, trans. William Morris and A.J. Wyatt (London: Longmans, Green, and Co., 1910).
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- The Story of Beowulf
- I.: And First of the Kindred of Hrothgar.
- II.: Concerning Hrothgar, and How He Built the House Called Hart. Also Grendel Is Told Of.
- III.: How Grendel Fell Upon Hart and Wasted It.
- IV.: Now Comes Beowulf Ecgtheow’s Son to the Land of the Danes, and the Wall-warden Speaketh With Him.
- V.: Here Beowulf Makes Answer to the Land-warden, Who Showeth Him the Way to the King’s Abode.
- VI.: Beowulf and the Geats Come Into Hart.
- VII.: Beowulf Speaketh With Hrothgar, and Telleth How He Will Meet Grendel.
- VIII.: Hrothgar Answereth Beowulf and Biddeth Him Sit to the Feast.
- IX.: Unferth Contendeth In Words With Beowulf.
- X.: Beowulf Makes an End of His Tale of the Swimming. Wealhtheow, Hrothgar’s Queen, Greets Him; and Hrothgar Delivers to Him the Warding of the Hall.
- XI.: Now Is Beowulf Left In the Hall Alone With His Men.
- XII.: Grendel Cometh Into Hart: of the Strife Betwixt Him and Beowulf.
- XIII.: Beowulf Hath the Victory: Grendel Is Hurt Deadly and Leaveth Hand and Arm In the Hall.
- XIV.: The Danes Rejoice; They Go to Look On the Slot of Grendel, and Come Back to Hart, and On the Way Make Merry With Racing and the Telling of Tales.
- XV.: King Hrothgar and His Thanes Look On the Arm of Grendel. Converse Betwixt Hrothgar and Beowulf Concerning the Battle.
- XVI.: Hrothgar Giveth Gifts to Beowulf.
- XVII.: They Feast In Hart. the Gleeman Sings of Finn and Hengest.
- XVIII.: The Ending of the Tale of Finn.
- XIX.: More Gifts Are Given to Beowulf. the Brising Collar Told Of.
- XX.: Grendel’s Dam Breaks Into Hart and Bears Off Aeschere.
- XXI.: Hrothgar Laments the Slaying of Aeschere, and Tells of Grendel’s Mother and Her Den.
- XXII.: They Follow Grendel’s Dam to Her Lair.
- XXIII.: Beowulf Reacheth the Mere-bottom In a Day’s While, and Contends With Grendel’s Dam.
- XXIV.: Beowulf Slayeth Grendel’s Dam, Smiteth Off Grendel’s Head, and Cometh Back With His Thanes to Hart.
- XXV.: Converse of Hrothgar With Beowulf.
- XXVI.: More Converse of Hrothgar and Beowulf: the Geats Make Them Ready For Departure.
- XXVII.: Beowulf Bids Hrothgar Farewell: the Geats Fare to Ship.
- XXVIII.: Beowulf Comes Back to His Land. of the Tale of Thrytho.
- XXIX.: Beowulf Tells Hygelac of Hrothgar: Also of Freawaru His Daughter.
- XXX.: Beowulf Forebodes Ill From the Wedding of Freawaru: He Tells of Grendel and His Dam.
- XXXI.: Beowulf Gives Hrothgar’s Gifts to Hygelac, and By Him Is Rewarded. of the Death of Hygelac and of Heardred His Son, and How Beowulf Is King of the Geats: the Worm Is First Told Of.
- XXXII.: How the Worm Came to the Howe, and How He Was Robbed of a Cup; and How He Fell On the Folk.
- XXXIII.: The Worm Burns Beowulf’s House, and Beowulf Gets Ready to Go Against Him. Beowulf’s Early Deeds In Battle With the Hetware Told Of.
- XXXIV.: Beowulf Goes Against the Worm. He Tells of Herebeald and HÆthcyn.
- XXXV.: Beowulf Tells of Past Feuds, and Bids Farewell to His Fellows. He Falls On the Worm, and the Battle of Them Begins.
- XXXVI.: Wiglaf Son of Weohstan Goes to the Help of Beowulf: NÆgling, Beowulf’s Sword, Is Broken On the Worm.
- XXXVII.: They Two Slay the Worm. Beowulf Is Wounded Deadly: He Biddeth Wiglaf Bear Out the Treasure.
- XXXVIII.: Beowulf Beholdeth the Treasure and Passeth Away.
- XXXIX.: Wiglaf Casteth Shame On Those Fleers.
- Xl.: Wiglaf Sendeth Tiding to the Host: the Words of the Messenger.
- Xli.: More Words of the Messenger. How He Fears the Swedes When They Wot of Beowulf Dead.
- Xlii.: They Go to Look On the Field of Deed.
- Xliii.: of the Burial of Beowulf.
THEY FOLLOW GRENDEL’S DAM TO HER LAIR.
- SPAKE out then Beowulf the Ecgtheow’s bairn:
- O wise of men, mourn not; for to each man ’tis better
- That his friend he awreak than weep overmuch.
- Lo! each of us soothly abideth the ending
- Of the life of the world. Then let him work who work may
- High deeds ere the death: to the doughty of war-lads
- When he is unliving shall it best be hereafter.
- Rise up, warder of kingdom! and swiftly now wend we
- The Grendel Kinswoman’s late goings to look on;
- And this I behote thee, that to holm shall she flee not,
- Nor into earth’s fathom, nor into the fell-holt,
- Nor the grounds of the ocean, go whereas she will go.
- For this one of days patience dree thou a while then
- Of each one of thy woes, as I ween it of thee.
- Then leapt up the old man, and lightly gave God thank,
- That mighty of Lords, for the word which the man spake.
- And for Hrothgar straightway then was bitted a horse,
- A wave-maned steed: and the wise of the princes
- Went stately his ways; and stepp’d out the mantroop,
- The linden-board bearers. Now lightly the tracks were
- All through the woodland ways wide to be seen there,
- Her goings o’er ground; she had gotten her forthright
- Over the mirk-moor: bore she of kindred thanes
- The best that there was, all bare of his soul,
- Of them that with Hrothgar heeded the home.
- Overwent then that bairn of the athelings
- Steep bents of the stones, and stridings full narrow,
- Strait paths nothing pass’d over, ways all uncouth,
- Sheer nesses to wit, many houses of nicors.
- He one of the few was going before
- Of the wise of the men the meadow to look on,
- Until suddenly there the trees of the mountains
- Over the hoar-stone found he a-leaning,
- A wood without gladness: the water stood under
- Dreary and troubled. Unto all the Danes was it,
- To the friends of the Scyldings, most grievous in mood
- To many of thanes such a thing to be tholing,
- Sore evil to each one of earls, for of Aeschere
- The head did they find e’en there on the holmcliff;
- The flood with gore welled (the folk looking on it),
- With hot blood. But whiles then the horn fell to singing
- A song of war eager. There sat down the band;
- They saw down the water a many of worm-kind,
- Sea-drakes seldom seen a-kenning the sound;
- Likewise on the ness-bents nicors a-lying,
- Who oft on the undern-tide wont are to hold them
- A course full of sorrow all over the sail-road.
- Now the worms and the wild-deer away did they speed
- Bitter and wrath-swollen all as they heard it,
- The war-horn a-wailing: but one the Geats’ warden
- With his bow of the shafts from his life-days there sunder’d,
- From his strife of the waves; so that stood in his life-parts
- The hard arrow of war; and he in the holm was
- The slower in swimming as death away swept him.
- So swiftly in sea-waves with boar-spears forsooth
- Sharp-hook’d and hard-press’d was he thereupon,
- Set on with fierce battle, and on to the ness tugg’d,
- The wondrous wave-bearer; and men were beholding
- The grisly guest. Beowulf therewith he gear’d him
- With weed of the earls: nowise of life reck’d he:
- Needs must his war-byrny, braided by hands,
- Wide, many-colour’d by cunning, the sound seek,
- E’en that which his bone-coffer knew how to ward,
- So that the war-grip his heart ne’er a while,
- The foe-snatch of the wrathful his life ne’er should scathe;
- Therewith the white war-helm warded his head,
- E’en that which should mingle with ground of the mere,
- And seek the sound-welter, with treasure beworthy’d,
- All girt with the lordly chains, as in days gone by
- The weapon-smith wrought it most wondrously done,
- Beset with the swine-shapes, so that sithence
- The brand or the battle-blades never might bite it.
- Nor forsooth was that littlest of all of his mainstays,
- Which to him in his need lent the spokesman of Hrothgar,
- E’en the battle-sword hafted that had to name Hrunting,
- That in fore days was one of the treasures of old,
- The edges of iron with the poison twigs o’er-stain’d,
- With battle-sweat harden’d; in the brunt never fail’d he
- Any one of the warriors whose hand wound about him,
- Who in grisly wayfarings durst ever to wend him
- To the folk-stead of foemen. Not the first of times was it
- That battle-work doughty it had to be doing.
- Forsooth naught remember’d that son there of Ecglaf,
- The crafty in mighty deeds, what ere he quoth
- All drunken with wine, when the weapon he lent
- To a doughtier sword-wolf: himself naught he durst it
- Under war of the waves there his life to adventure
- And warrior-ship work. So forwent he the glory,
- The fair fame of valour. Naught far’d so the other
- Syth he to the war-tide had gear’d him to wend.