Beowulf & Grendel Page #2

By Thor they have the spark of cows.

Who's that?

Selma, a witch.

The happy would keep

a boat length from her

Happiness isn't everything.

She sees people's deaths.

That is one beer hall.

If you like to drink with the ghosts.

Beowulf!

Oh my little Beowulf,

nobody tells me anything.

I somehow think of you as smaller

I was eight when I left.

Ahh you've grown. Ahh.

I'm sorry we didn't mean to wake you.

Wake me.

I'm a grief crippled king half drunk

in the middle of the afternoon,

what's there to wake?

By the gods it's good to see you.

Hahh, hahh!

Hah! Hah!

You think you need a beer?

- Ah, ya.

- Aye.

If Geat were seeking a wife,

this room would hold better

up than most.

So many.

Widows.

Widows far too early.

Ho, ho.

Ah...

With my King I welcome you all.

We can never forget this gift.

Hahh. Nannnnannnannnannnnanaaaan

From this night on

the only working flesh

this troll feasts on will be it's own.

Yae!

With the morning,

your curse will be less than a shadow.

Yas!

Well maybe not less,

but I mean to hold in my hand

the head that by my sword

no more steers a dead troll body.

Yas!

We'll hoist the shield now

Drive that hunger back down it's mouth.

Await, can chew on it's tongue.

It can chew on it's own stinking stone

of a heart,

...but no more Danes.

We mean to put an end to this fiend.

Yas!

As other's vowed

Unferth!

By you will dear Queen.

We're wiser in knowing the hearts of

those who tangled with that thing.

Those are dead.

I don't brag of wrestling with it.

Nor of Being able to kill it.

The troll broke down these doors with

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,

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