FAVORITE PARTS

I swam

In the blackness of night, hunting monters

Out of the ocean, and killing them one

By one; death was my errand and the fate

They are earned.

So the living sorrow of Healfdane's son

Simmered, bitter and fresh, and no windsom

Or strenght could break it: that agony hung

On king and people alike, harsh

And unending, violent and cruel, and evil.

Beowulf and his men sail over the sea to the land of the

Danes to offer help to Hrothdar.

They are escorted by a Danish guard to

Herot, where Wulfgar, one of

Hrothgar's soldiers, tells the king of their arrival.

Hrothgar knows of Beowulf and is ready to welcome

The young price and his men.