Beowulf & Grendel Page #2

twenty Danish warriors sleeping inside.

What gives thirteen Geats better hope?

We won't be sleeping.

Unferth!

Sit!

Or see your guts in a dish.

Now before the dark will sharpen us -

play, drink.

No.

Since it began we'll have Swedes,

Saxons even Sloths even coming

to see how weak we were.

Ya I know, I look like walrus sh*t.

Comes from fighting things you can't.

All bad dreams end.

We'll see you in the morning

for herring and egg.

Herring and egg?

Now, if there's anything

you need to tell me about it,

now would be the time.

I'll stay here. Amongst you.

We'll bring you the head -

throw it in with the herring and egg.

MMMMMMMMmmmm

Ahhhh, hahhahahhhaa

Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

Priest.

Where did you spend the night?

Why was such a dark wretch spared?

That's not what he asked.

Wise king.

You must know of the name of Clovis

The Frank?

The Frank, yes, yes, the Frank.

The Christian Sword over land ten times

what the Danes hold dear.

He's dead.

Yes, ten years now.

...but not before he saw God's grace.

The Visigoths of Aquitaine, the Romans

and the Syagrius, Burgundians,

Alamans all fell before him

and all because he had God's ear.

As I recall yours had a thousand swords.

Neighbors offered wine and pork

and no eyes at his ribs.

And no f***ing trolls!

And no f***ing trolls!

My skinny hand can only bless,

but trust me.

This thing shall meet it's end

in striking me or those of mine.

Madness has it's wonders.

The Celt sat straight in

the path of the thing.

It was not touched.

The Celt held no sword.

Perhaps the thing hates weapons.

The old men were armed, true.

Others here in arms have been spared.

I have been waiting for Odin

to bring me my death.

He hasn't.

In his wisdom?

This is where the blood trails led.

I tell you,

this troll must be one tough prick.

Do this climb every night after supper?

Why don't you blow your horn now,

I wouldn't mind

those fifty bows bragged of.

I could bring the bows.

But the men are gone.

Thorfinn!

Are you alright?

- I'm fine.

- Good

A little high up for driftwood.

What are we fighting here?

A Thing beyond our ken.

Could spread out...

meet back here in a year?

We're out of our world.

Padre, santi...

Go in peace my son, go in peace.

Next!

I was off in a dream.

Wish I could bring a better one.

Baptism they call it.

Unferth feels that he's fallen

from the grace of the gods.

It's not every mars wish

to sit in blood.

If this Christ can stiffen

Unferth's heart, what's the harm?

They swim only out of fear.

But still... they swim.

Dusk soon, eh.

You a herd dog?

I've been called worse.

I'm Beowulf...

Yes. The much-told hero from Geatland.

So who are your people?

None. I came here in my teens.

A whore to Unferth's uncle,

Alvis Three-Legs.

So you're not then Dane?

Oh I am.

My family was killed by Wulfing raiders.

Ah, my father too...

not killed, but...

I mean, but a feud

with the Wulfings brought us here.

I guess you werert made a whore.

I'm told you know of things to come.

Hmm, that's a wide sea.

Of deaths of things.

Seeing that everything living dies

you still give me the sight of gods.

Speak clean. You wonder of yourself.

More of the troll.

Not of yourself?

In some things I'd rather be blind.

You're worse than Loki

with your sheepshit twining.

The death of the troll will cost dear

both the Geats and the Danes...

as it bloody well should.

Why as it should?

The Danes have done their doom on him.

And you come here to kill.

Day's going down.

If we want to be ready...

Careful with what you don't understand.

Has this thing,

this troll killed any children...

- No

- women?

Old men?

What are you saying?

It fights with a clean heart?

It kills the strongest first.

It shows us and kills the strongest.

Who cares if he spares the children?

They'll die anyways

without their fathers.

My wits still war

with how this all began

It came for the mead hall...

I can only guess.

The night we finished it,

before creep came,

we hadrt seen a troll in

fifteen twenty years.

So nothing was done to the troll itself?

Oh Beowulf!

It's a f***ing troll!

Maybe someone looked at it

the wrong way!

Some Dane?

Who hands you this? Selma?

Come on.

She's been out in the wilds too long.

Her head is full of spiders,

her lap is full of moss.

It's said she sees things.

Well the crazy do see things.

I never begged anyone to come here

and take on our fight.

I don't hold you here...

I know you don't.

Then don't saddle my heart

with the talk of

why a f***ing troll does

what f***ing troll does.

Ahhhhh!!!!!

Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!

Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!

Watch the sides!

Cone on crab slime,

show me these teeth.

O'er the night, the warriors waited,

sword and shield in ring wrapped grasp.

Then the fiend of bog and brine reached

those doors of ten mers weight,

...bade it creak by breath alone.

But then smelt God amongst the men.

Hardly had they hoisted steel,

this thing's rank guts gave out.

Great Beowulf, God's awful arm... -

Enough! Go on, go off kids.

Go on, go off!!

You scare them doing that.

O f***, Thorkel.

They've only had months of waking

to the scattered parts of kin!

Don't feed them lies.

That was piss the other night -

piss on us.

If any gods were around there,

they were sleeping.

Celt says that Jesus Christ

never sleeps, that he walks amongst us.

Oh, that's all we need.

A god gone mad from lack of sleep.

Enough!

He's already fighting like that Dane.

You want to waste your strokes

on me and the air - go ahead.

Hondscioh had a bad dream.

And yours were good?

Here with the smoke of the dead?

I don't see fear helping us.

Watch you don't drop that.

Fear has it's place.

I wondered if you threw the bones.

I need the right path.

There is the one

that leads back to Geatland.

If the bones say so.

What if I lie?

Then the gods will bring me back.

So. No thoughts at all for my c*nt.

Warrior-monk huh,

there's not many of those.

Troll!

Leave here...

or stay and meet your doom!

Doom... doom...

doom doom doom doom doom doom doom

Is that talk?

It isn't barking

What?

You're not Dane,

that's why you still breathe.

I'm blood-bound to Hrothgar!

Blood, blood, blood,

blood... owhhhhooohha

He says that's your burden.

My burden...

...is your stinking life!

Come down here,

I swear I'll hammer these stones

right up your hairy arse!

Garble

Why won't he fight me?

Why should he?

You've done nothing to him.

What was he doing at your hut?

I forgot. You're the great Geat -

welcome to women wherever you go.

Swimmer of oceans...

able to kill five Swedes

with one stroke of his great blade...

We came to help the Danes find peace.

I'm Dane. I'm at peace.

Not that I always was.

When Alvis Three-Legs died in my bed,

some claimed I killed him.

So they drove me to the wilds.

Then they'd only come around to

maybe spill some seed.

Not since Grendel.

Grendel?

Your troll.

Weirdly enough he has a name.

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