No Fear Literature: Beowulf: Chapter 12

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NOT in any wise would the earls’-defence

suffer that slaughterous stranger to live,

useless deeming his days and years

to men on earth. Now many an earl

of Beowulf brandished blade ancestral,

fain the life of their lord to shield,

their praised prince, if power were theirs;

never they knew,—as they neared the foe,

hardy-hearted heroes of war,

aiming their swords on every side

the accursed to kill,—no keenest blade,

no farest of falchions fashioned on earth,

could harm or hurt that hideous fiend!

He was safe, by his spells, from sword of battle,

from edge of iron. Yet his end and parting

on that same day of this our life

woful should be, and his wandering soul

far off flit to the fiends’ domain.

Soon he found, who in former days,

harmful in heart and hated of God,

on many a man such murder wrought,

that the frame of his body failed him now.

For him the keen-souled kinsman of Hygelac

held in hand; hateful alive

was each to other. The outlaw dire

took mortal hurt; a mighty wound

showed on his shoulder, and sinews cracked,

and the bone-frame burst. To Beowulf now

the glory was given, and Grendel thence

death-sick his den in the dark moor sought,

noisome abode: he knew too well

that here was the last of life, an end

of his days on earth.—To all the Danes

by that bloody battle the boon had come.

From ravage had rescued the roving stranger

Hrothgar’s hall; the hardy and wise one

had purged it anew. His night-work pleased him,

his deed and its honor. To Eastern Danes

had the valiant Geat his vaunt made good,

all their sorrow and ills assuaged,

their bale of battle borne so long,

and all the dole they erst endured

pain a-plenty.—’Twas proof of this,

when the hardy-in-fight a hand laid down,

arm and shoulder,—all, indeed,

of Grendel’s gripe,—’neath the gabled roof.

Beowulf was determind not to let Grendel live. His men kept trying to help him, striking out at the foul fiend with their swords. They did not know that even the sharpest blade could not pierce Grendel’s skin. The monster was protected by demonic spells that repelled any weapon. Yet he was nearing the end of his life. Grendel’s strength was failing him. Beowulf wouldn’t release his powerful grasp. They were locked in the grip of hatred. Grendel’s whole body shook with pain as his shoulder began to come apart. His bones and muscles broke and tore and Beowulf wrenched off his arm. It was a fatal wound, and Beowulf drove the monster out of the hall and back into the swamps. Grendel went to his foul den to die. The wishes of the Danes had come true. Beowulf had cleansed their hall of evil and saved them from death. He had made good on his promise and earned glory for his bravery. As a display of Beowulf’s victory, Grendel’s arm was mounted on the wall of the great hall.