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He held him fast -- he who was strongest of men in the day of this life. The Defender of the Earls would not on any account let the death-bringer escape alive -- he did not account G rendel's life days useful to any people!

There did many an earl of B eowulf's draw an old ancestral sword, wished to defend the life of the dear lord, the famous chief -- if so they might. They knew not, indeed, when they risked the contest -- stout-hearted battle heroes -- and thought to hew him on every side to seek out his soul, that not any of the choicest weapons on earth, no war-sword, was able to touch the ceaseless destroyer, because he had laid a spell upon the victorious weapons, upon every kind of blade.

His life-parting from the days of this life was to be miserable, and the alien spirit was to journey far into the power of fiends. Then he who formerly in mirth of mood had devised many crimes against mankind hostile to GOD found out that his body would not last, for the brave kinsman of H ygelac had him by the hand.

Each while he lived was hateful of the other. The evil monster suffered pain of body; on his shoulder was manifest a spreading wound; the sinews sprang asunder, the flesh burst. To B eowulf was given the battle-glory; John Mitchell Kemble , The protector of earls would not on any account dismiss alive the murderous guest; nor did he account the days of his life useful to any person.

Then at once did Beowulf's earl brandish his old inheritance sword ; he would defend the life of his lord, of the famous prince, since there they might so do.

They, the brave-thoughted sons of battle, knew not, when they endured this labour, and on every side thought of striking, of seeking his life, that not the costliest steel throughout the earth, or any war-bill would take effect upon the mighty plague. But he Beowulf had forsworn victorious weapons, every sword: his Grendel's divorce from life was doomed to be miserable in the day of this life, and the hateful spirit to depart afar into the power of fiends.

Then did he, who before in mirth of mood had committed many a crime against the race of men, he was God's foe! Charles W. Kennedy He was fast in the grip of the man who was greatest. Then he who had wrought such wrong to men,. Thomas C. The shelter of earls didn't want. Eric A. Kimmel Beowulf clutched the monster's wrist. You cannot be mortal. Never have I encountered such strength in a human being.

Tell me your name! They struck at Grendel with sword and ax, spear and dagger. But they made no wound, not even a scratch, for the scales covering Grendel's body were enchanted by witchcraft.

No iron blade forged by human hands could pierce them. They are yours, if you release me. He tightened his hold. But only one of us will see the sun rise. He and Beowulf wrestled the length of Heorot Hall, overturning benches, ripping down tapestries, splintering the gilded furniture that was Hrothgar's pride. Making one last effort to break that mighty grip, Grendel threw himself against Beowulf with all his strength. Beowulf held firm. Grendel's shoulder burst. The monster shrieked as his whole arm came away from his body.

Ernest J. Kirtlan The Prince of earls would not at all let go alive the murderous comer, nor did he count his life as of use to any of the peoples. And many an earl of Beowulf's brandished the old heirloom, and were wishful to defend the life of their far-famed liege-lord, if they might do so.

And they knew not, when they entered the battle, they the hard-thinking ones, the battle-men, and they thought to hew on all sides seeking out his spirit, that not any choice iron over the earth nor any battle weapon could be greeting the foe, but that he had foresworn all victorious weapons and swords.

And miserable should be his passing on the day of this life, and the hostile sprite should journey far into the power of devils. Then he found out that, he who did crimes long before this with mirthful mind to human kind, he who was a foe to god, that his body would not last out; but the proud kinsman of Hygelac had him in his hands. And each was loathsome to the other while he lived. The terrible monster, sore with wounds was waiting.

The gaping wound was seen on his shoulder. His sinews sprang open; and the bone-lockers burst. And great victory was given to Beowulf. Ruth P. Lehmann The warriors' protector. William Ellery Leonard The jarls' Defender would not,. Roy M. Liuzza That protector of earls would not for anything. Lumsden Fast was he held by him to whom the greatest might. Donald A.

Mackenzie Beowulf held fast; he would not suffer the man-eating fiend to escape alive Of little account was Grendel's life to the world of men The battle heroes in the hall sought to help their lord. They fell upon the monster without fear, and smote him with their war swords, but without avail, for Grendel's body was charmed against weapon wounds, and they could do him no hurt.

But miserable was to be the life ending of the fiend; his alien spirit was fated to travel afar to be bound by devils. The crime worker, the devourer of men, the enemy of God, realized that his body would endure not or give him help or sure defence.

Brave Beowulf had him in his power; each loathed the other with fierce hate. In agony was Grendel A wound gaped on his shoulder; it was torn wider and wider; the sinews snapped; the flesh burst The glory of battle was given to great Beowulf MacKenzie The crime worker, the devourer of men, the enemy of God, realized that his body would endure not or give him help and sure defence.

Marshall Then Beowulf, remembering his boast that he would conquer this ruthless beast, stood upright, gripping the Ogre yet more firmly. Awful was the fight in the darkness. This way and that the Ogre swayed, but he could not free himself from the clutch of those mighty fingers. The noise of the contest was as of thunder. The fair Hall echoed and shook with demon cries of rage, until it seemed that the walls must fall.

The wine in the cups was spilled upon the floor. The benches, overlaid with gold, were torn from their places. Fear and wonder fell upon the Dane folk. For far and wide the din was heard, until the king trembled in his castle, the slave in his hut. The knights of Beowulf awoke, arose, drew their sharp swords, and plunged into the battle.

They fought right manfully for their master, their great leader. But though they dealt swift and mighty blows, it was in vain. Grendel's hide was such that not the keenest blade ever wrought of steel could pierce through.

No war-axe could wound him, for by enchantments he had made him safe. Nay, by no such honourable means might death come to the foul Ogre. Louder and louder grew the din, fiercer and wilder the strife, hotter the wrath of those who strove. But at length the fight came to an end. The sinews in Grendel's shoulder burst, the bones cracked. Then the Ogre tore himself free, and fled, wounded to death, leaving his arm in Beowulf's mighty grip. John McNamara This protector of warriors did not at all wish.

Then that one found out, who so often before. Charles Scott Moncrieff Edwin Morgan Nothing would make the protector of warriors.

Wyatt Naught would the earls' help for anything thenceforth. Felix Nobis The one whose wickedness had wrought. Robert Nye But all at once the light had caught him.

It had him by the claw. It was beowulf! The creature gave a dreadful squeal as Beowulf touched him. Ten strong fingers locked about his hairy wrist. To Grendel, it was as if the sun itself had caught him in its clutch. Made of wickedness as he was, the good in this man burned him. The mortal fingers were like ten red-hot nails driven into his skin.

Grendel had never known strength like this. He roared and shook to be free, to crawl away, to escape into the ruins of the night. But Beowulf would not let him go. Now Beowulf began to talk. His voice was quiet, and there was hullabaloo in the hall, what with the soldiers rushing about confusedly in the dark, and Unferth screaming, and the monster threshing about to get loose-- yet Grendel heard every word like thunder in his brain.

He did not know what was worse: Beowulf's grip or what Beowulf said. Beowulf said: "Light holds you, Grendel, Light has you in its power. You who have shunned the sun, meet me, once stung by bees that drank the sun. There's honey in my veins, Grendel, a liquid sunlight that can kill you quite. These fingers that you feel are ten great stars. Stars have no fear.

I do not fear you, Grendel. I do not fear, therefore I do not fight. I only hold you, child of Cain. I only fix you fast in your own evil, so that you cannot turn it out on any other. It is your own evil, Grendel, that undoes you. You must die, creature of night, because the light has got you in a last embrace.

He bellowed and lashed. He wanted above all else to get away from this thing that was so contrary to himself. He tried every vicious trick he knew. But Beowulf stood firm, holding the monster in a grip so tight that it almost made his own big fingers crack and the bones poke out of the straining flesh. Hall Heorot rocked down to its roots with the rage of the demon's struggling. Somewhere deep in Grendel's hellish heart a memory stirred.

It grew and spread and flooded his whole being with despair. Something to do with light and another of these children of day-- one who had flung herself between him and his food, and by her love had thwarted him, so that he had felt powerless to approach and had slunk away, abashed by mystery.

Grendel did not know the word "love" or the word "good. There had been such light about that woman in the blue cloak. He had to get away from it. But the light in the woman was as nothing to the light in this man Beowulf. And try as he would, he could not get away. Grendel grew angrier and angrier. He shook his arm about and dashed it against the wall.

Beowulf, badly bruised, refused to relinquish his hold. When shaking did not work, Grendel tried jerking his arm. But Beowulf wound his own legs round a pillar.

He took the full force of the monster's pull-- and still held on. There was a fearful snapping of bones and tearing of sinews and muscles. Then hot stinking blood fountained everywhere. Bewoulf had pulled Grendel's arm out of its socket! Raymond Oliver Grendel ignored them, grappling with death,.

Lucien Dean Pearson The Protector of Warriors would not in any way let the murder-guest escape alive or reckon his life useful to the folk. Beowulf's earls most bravely brandished heirloom swords; they wished to guard their famous prince's life, if so they might. The strong-souled warriors did not know, when they attacked and thought to hew him on all sides and reach his soul, that no choice iron, no battle-blade on earth, would harm wide-scathing Grendel: he had bewitched the victory weapons, every edge.

His farewell was fated to be wretched on that day of mortal span; the alien soul was to travel far into the power of fiends. When he who, murderous hearted, once in feud with God wrought ill to mankind, found his body would not serve and Hygelac's brave nephew had him by the hand-- then each live, was hateful to the other. The horrid monster met with body-hurt; a wound showed wide and clear along his shoulder; sinews sprang apart, bone-locking muscles burst.

To Beowulf was given the battle-fame. John Porter Would not the earls' protector. There many brandished, warriors of Beowulf, ancient swords, wished prince-lord's life protect, famed chieftain's, if they could so. They it not knew when they fray joined, hard-minded battle-fighters, and on hand each to hew resolved, Grendel's soul to seek, that the sin-scather any on earth of irons best, of war-blades none wound would not; but he victory-weapons bewitched had, edges all.

Must his life-departure on that day of this life wretched be, and the alien spirit into fiends' power far-off travel. Then it found, he who many before mind's miseries on mankind, crimes committed - he clashed with God - that him the body obey would not, but him the keen kinsman of Hygelac had by hand; was each by other living loathed.

Limb-pain felt dreadful monster; him on shoulder was huge-wound seen, sinews sprang apart, burst bone-locks. To Beowulf was war-glory given;. Tessa Potter The fight with Grendel is not included in this story. Burton Raffel That mighty protector of men.

Frederick Rebsamen I could feel the surprise moving into his mind as I tightened my grip. He pulled away towards the door and tried to twist his hand free, and I used that motion to stand up straight and get a good lock around his arm. He gave a great tug then and a deep moan rose in his throat. I tightened my grip. I could feel the fingers cracking under my fist.

Grendel jerked frantically towards the door, pulling me along with him. He hissed and tugged, yearning towards the dark fens and meres beyond the world of men, afraid now that he might never return to that region. He summoned up the last reserves of his strength then and howled to shake the timbers of Heorot. I howled back at him with all the rage in my heart and we rolled jerked, bounced and careened about the hall breaking the guilded benches and sending them crashing against the walls, ripping the tapestries and scattering the stones of the hearth, setting up such a dense din of awful sound that the Danes huddled together outside the walls in cringing terror at the sound of it.

We smashed against the walls until I thought they must surely come down, but the great forged bands of iron held them together. Now Grendel's howling grew higher and more frightened, a horrible sound, and he fought with the added strength of terror, lunging ever towards the doors as I tried to brace my heels to hold him back, knocking pillars from beneath the roof and jerking beams down upon our heads. All this time my men, very much awake now and ready for battle, kept hacking away when they could get a chance at the lunging fiend -- but none of us knew at that time how Grendel had cast a spell upon all battle-weapons so that none of them could touch him with harm, no sword could bite that flesh.

And so we tumbled and twisted and banged against the walls as swords came ringing down upon the impervious head. Then something began to give. As Grendel pulled towards the door his arm seemed to grow longer and longer and then I could feel the sinews snapping and the tendons shredding and the ligaments pulling loose as the huge arm bone broke loose from the shoulder, leaving me with the great arm like a log in my embrace as Grendel, a horrible hole where his right shoulder had been, was free at last to lurch bleeding his life out across the moor to find his home again before he died.

Frederick Rebsamen's book is a slightly updated version of his book. The revisions are shown here in magenta. Strafford Riggs Silently their bodies twisted and bent, this way and that, and Beowulf kept Grendel's huge hands with their long claws of sharp bone from him, and Grendel in turn sought to tear apart the quick body that slipped so easily through his arms and legs. All about them lay the sleeping earls, and not one moved in the deep magic slumber as the two fought that silent fight.

Their bodies wove in and out among the sleepers, and Beowulf felt the hot reek of Grendel's breath upon his cheek, and the sweat stood out on Beowulf's broad brow and ran into his eyes and blinded him.

And Grendel's huge hands sought over and over again to clasp his opponent's head, to crush it in their iron grip. Then the fight became a deadly struggle in one far corner of the hall, and neither one gained any advantage over the other. Then Beowulf slipped. On the earthen floor of Heorot they fell together and the force of their fall made the earth tremble, as when two giants fight in mortal combat. But Grendel's hold lessened, and fear smote the heart of the fiend. He strove only to free himself from Beowulf's grasp and flee into the night, away from this white youth whose strength was the strength of thirty men.

And now Beowulf had the upper hand, and flew at the giant's throat. But here his hands clutched at thick scales upon which he could get no grip.

Grendel nearly took advantage, but before he could seize Beowulf, the lord of Geatsland had fastened both mighty hands upon the monster's arm, and with a sudden twist that forced a groan of agony from Grendel's lips, leaped behind him, forcing the imprisoned arm high up Grendel's back, and the beast fell prone on the floor. Now came the final struggle, and sweat poured from Beowulf, while from Grendel there oozed a slimy sap that smelled like vinegar, and sickened Beowulf.

But he clung to the monster's arm, and slowly, slowly he felt its great muscles and sinews give way, and as his foot found Grendel's neck, he prayed to all the gods for help, and called upon his father Ecgtheow for strength to sustain him in this desperate effort. And the mighty arm of Grendel gave way in the terrible hands of Beowulf, and, with a piercing shriek that shook the gilded rafters of Heorot, Grendel stumbled forward, leaving in Beowulf's hands the gory arm.

Risden He held him fast,. Nor would the protector of men by any means. There most often. Beowulf's men drew old swords;. They did not know, when they drew into the fray,. It had to be that his death. Then he discovered, he who before many. The horrible monster. To Beowulf was given.

Gildas Roberts The protector of warriors would not for anything. Louis J. Rodrigues The protector of eorls would not by any means. Bertha Rogers That most powerful of men in his own lifetime hugged the monster to his breast. The savior of warriors would not let hell's visitor escape from death; he knew the murderer alive was useless to folk.

Beowulf's men drew forth their swords, heirlooms all; to defend their renowned captain's life was their wish. The loyal soldiers could not know as they brandished their weapons that the finest iron in this world, the sharpest edge, was nothing to him, the wide-destroying creature. Every weapon of war had been bewitched by him.

His breath was relinquishing, life forsaking, would be horrible to him; this alien soul would be forced to travel deep into the power of fiends. Then he found, the one who carried torment to humans through his awful sins -- in contention with God -- that his skin was no shield to him, that the nephew of Hygelac owned his hand.

Then each, alive, was abomination to the other. The gruesome monster was body wounded by the warrior; his arm was torn from his shoulder; tendons quivered, muscles slid, separated from bones. Beowulf was given the victory;. Tim Romano It was not the intention of the protector of men to allow that killer to leave there alive whose life he considered of little utility to anyone anywhere.

Edge was unsheathed. Beewolf's thanes brandished their heirlooms. They meant to defend the famous one's life to keep the hero from harm.

If they could help him they would. They were unaware as they entered the fray warriors hardened and well-trained and had in mind to hew their way to seek his soul no sword on earth though the blade be forged from the finest iron could touch him who had taken untold lives for he had cast a spell on cutting edge He then discovered who had caused mankind a great share of grief and misery by his crimes and offenses feuding with God that the shell of his body couldn't shelter him now that Huugleik's kinsman our hero had grasped his life by the hand.

They were loathe to see each other alive. The degenerate got a terrible injury. Tendons had snapped and his shoulder was ripped right from its socket. One saw bone, shreds of muscle. Beewolf had victory given him there. Sandys With a roar, Grendel sprang toward Beowulf. His sack, which was wondrously made of dragon-skins, he held open in his hand. The monster reached for the warrior with a fiendish claw.

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