Hrothgar then departed with all his warriors. And Beowulf spoke to his
men: "I do not think myself less in warlike strength than Grendel; so I
will not use the sword or shield, but we two shall fight to-night
without weapons, and God shall give the glory to whom glory belongs."
Around him lay the warriors, sadly thinking they would never see their
homes across the sea again, for so many before that night had been
slain by the cruel Grendel. At last they slept, all but one. The
mighty Beowulf in angry mood awaited the battle.
Now truly it is shown that mighty God rules the race of men. Over the
moor came the shadow-walker stalking. He strode under the clouds until
he saw the golden hall of men. This was not the first time he had come
to the hall of Hrothgar. On the door he rushed. He opened the wide
mouth and trod on the floor. When he saw the men sleeping on the
benches he laughed, thinking how he would take life from the body of
every one there.
The shadowy form came nearer and nearer. At last he stretched out his
great hand to take Beowulf, but with all his strength the brave warrior
seized the arm of the monster. Then did the heart of Grendel fill with
fear. Fearful was his mind, but not for that could he escape the
sooner.
Then stood Beowulf upright and firmly grasped Grendel. Very angry were
both. The wonder was that the great hall did not fall to the ground.
But it was made fast within and without with iron bands, and naught but
fire could destroy it. Then the noise grew greater. The Danes who had
heard it were terrified; never had such horrid noise filled the air,
for Beowulf, the strongest of men, held Grendel fast. Not for anything
would he let the dreadful one escape that day.
The warriors sought to help their leader, but he would not use any
weapon. With his hands, with his bare hands, he held fast the fearful
foe. On the shoulder of Grendel was a horrid wound, and Beowulf tore
the arm from the body. Well knew the monster then that his life's end
had come.
Glad was Beowulf that his strength had aided the Danes, had freed the
great hall, and had healed the deep sorrow which had been theirs for so
many years.