Beowulf & Grendel Page #3

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.

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