Beowulf

Lines 301–709

1

The way was cobbled, and it guided the men marching together. The war-mail shone, the bright iron rings linked hand by hand, so the battle-gear sang.

2

Well, my friend Unferth, besotted with beer, you have brought forth much about Breca, told tales of his venture! Yet I tell the truth, that I have proved greater in sea-strength, more of a match for the waves, than any other man.

3

Then in the dark of the night came the shadow-glider. The warriors were sleeping who were appointed to guard the gabled hall— all except one.

4

But the one who was watching with spirit enraged awaited the outcome of fighting this foe.