Beowulf & Grendel Page #3

It means grinder.

Of bones.

No, of teeth.

He was born with bad dreams.

Nothing I say will help you kill him.

As long as the king wins the day.

Always, my lord.

Another bloodless dawn.

For you at any rate.

I'm pissing it.

Blood?

It's cone and gone over

the last few months.

I'm turning into a woman.

Or a dying man.

I spoke with him last night. Grendel.

You talked?

If you can believe what Selma says.

He was above me in the rocks.

But he spoke, words.

He only wants Danes.

He blames you for something.

Oh he blames me!

He blames me!

Of all the sh*t he blames me!

There's coves north of here

no Dane even dares to go!

How much land does one mouth need?

What does he think he is

some sort of f***ing troll Caesar -

with rights to everything he looks upon?

Beowulf, the word

on the waves is I die happy.

No gods I've ever know has

offered me that.

They promised me beer,

fish here and there...

and friends to burn.

It's hard to hold you spoke

to that thing.

From well beyond my sword.

Something has you turning.

I fear he just waits for us to go.

Same thought gnaws on me.

Now Celt bless me or be done.

Go in peace my lord, go in peace.

Wise king go in peace.

That's it my lord, praise the Lord.

Praise him.

Go with the thorn of Christ, wise King.

Grimur's got a troll-heart!

He brought the troll here!

I'm a Dane and a Christian!

And your mother screwed trolls!

You little prick! You!

The Troll killed my brothers.

But this wretch didn't

but we'll get the one who did.

Now on you go. All of you, go on!

I can lead you to

the Dane-killer's cave.

Why didn't you before?

Ahh... I feared it's wrath, my death.

No more. No more.

Over there.

Great.

So who jumps first?

It'ss...

a-a short climb down.

Our scabby friend's right.

I can see the hole.

Give us a hand.

I-I swear - by

Christ.

Let's leave Christ out of this.

We need a rope.

- I'll rope ya.

- Might not be a bad idea.

Hey troll - have some of ours!

...so they came to

the cave of the killer.

Wrecked by rush and slime of slope

Hondscioh fair fell to Valhalla

Let's uh let this sad tale sleep.

Hondscioh shows up -

great Odin asks how he died.

He says -

- I... fell?

Breca!

Breca!

Even the trolls love my wonderful hair.

I think he wanted you

for more than that.

Great Breca, the Troll-house Pisser!

I'd be more careful

where I wave my spear.

I'd piss in his mouth

if he dared to show it.

Best be ready to do more than that.

Beowulf

Look!

Our friend Grendel doesn't come

from mist and sh*t alone.

I curse you and all your kin.

He wasrt in his cave.

How does he die?

Unless your teeth can catch an axe.

I led my men into this... not knowing.

If I'd known, I'd've come alone.

Now I see doom hanging

over some of them.

Doom I brought.

You found the cave.

That's where I see him dying.

Would you wait in your cave

and for killers who knew

the path to your door?

Take me to Grendel.

What, you think I can sniff him down?

Maybe not, but he can sniff you.

Which way up from here?

Straight... but you'd need claws.

Then again, heroes... -

You hit me, I'll be the one -

One to what?

I can't stop his death from coming...

nor can I hurry it.

He needs to know...

I know he was wronged.

But if he doesn't leave here

I can't stop...

You're warning him.

Careful which side you end up on.

You're a long way from the village.

You're a longer way from home.

Wake up men,

or never again!

By Christ, demon, you shall die!

Pappa

Now you truly know our loss.

You only told us half the tale.

The other half would dull your sword.

That troll didn't give a sh*t about us,

not till we wronged him.

He killed one, ah,

he could've killed more.

He killed the one he held in blame.

Were it so easy... l'd have been the one.

I killed his father.

And even that might have been an end

...had it only been the father there...

None of the others saw the child.

But I could've quelled it there

and then...

but weakness stopped my sword.

Or kindness.

Well then

it's the hardest kindness I know.

All the gods are running away

from me now -

as though I were the death itself.

What had the father done to you?

Why did you kill him?

He crossed our path.

Took a fish.

Without an arm...

Unless it grows back.

He's a troll

Tell me, Thorfinn. What is a troll?

They say there are lizards

that can grow back limbs.

They say there are worms

that can grow back heads.

This thing's no more worm than you or I.

Yahhhh!

Yahhhh!

Yahhhh!

You know, I've put my thing in other

mers wives, other mers daughters...

All can be forgiven

I slept with a witch -

You slept with a witch?

That's gotta be bad.

I put my thing in her.

That was a while back... -

So long as you vow to change your ways.

Oh, y'know I'll try, right, but... ahhh.

Ya! Ya!

Ya! Ya! Ya!

Where's the arm ring?

I wanted that arm-ring.

He didn't have an arm-ring.

Sure he did.

Listen the creep near snapped my neck.

Figured I'd at least get the arm-ring.

To the end of gloom!

To the end of Gloom!

To the end of Gloom.

I don't think I'm the worst king...

Not at all... -

...when I think of the others.

Martin Longsword has got a long sword,

but no brains.

Half his kin ran off to Angle-land.

Six-tooth Peter the Slav can't keep

his warriors from fighting each other.

Then... there's Sig!

Sig?

Sig Skullsplitter of the Hathboards.

Havert you heard of Sig?!

I don't know... something... with sheep?

Sheep! Good God, man!

Sheep are just the tip of it.

They say he tried it once

with a dead walrus...

he's tried horses... he's,

he's tried goats.

They say he tried it once with a,

with a rabbit... and got stuck...

Stuck?!

I tell ya, when he comes to a fight,

he comes with six legs...

and you want to see fast?!

If he ever comes here,

I'll just send out

a batch of squirrels!

That'll stop him!

It's over now. It's over.

The troll's dead.

Come on now dear.

Let's lie down a bit.

There'll be many more nights now

to drink.

Is this more or less as you saw it?

With the troll?

I saw you more bloodied.

Luck stood at my side.

Luck can be a whore too.

Arert you missing the meal?

Guess I miss my friend more.

Hondscioh.

And one Geat's life won'th - what?

Huh?

Two Danes...? Three Swedes...?

Ten trolls...?

Hondscioh's life had won'th to you,

since you knew him.

Others know others.

You mourn the troll.

I knew him.

One night Grendel found my hut.

He never took me again.

So why did he keep coming back?

Keep the Danes away.

The ones who'd f*** me

and then cut my throat.

Where...

Where did that have it's birth.

You thinking you can tie me up

and drag me like a dog.

Don't forget.

I know how you die.

Been a while?

With men... yeah.

He slept with a witch.

Who sleeps with a witch?

I'm tellnya, Christ y'thought

the Celts were work but these

it's one hand on their sword,

the other on their dick...

which hand they'll

use to cross themselves,

I almost fear to ask...

Learn from your child, hag!

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