II. Grendel

At dawn, as day broke, Grendel&rsquo;s deeds were laid bare. After their feasting, wailing filled the morning air, a great cry of sorrow. The renowned ruler, long good and noble, sat joyless, the strong one suffering for his thanes as they beheld the loathsome foe&rsquo;s track, the accursed spirit&rsquo;s trail. That struggle was too strong, too long-lasting and loathsome. After a single night,…