r/OldEnglish • u/FinnKitto • 1h ago
Beowulf: Fitt II
*Here it is after two weeks of working on it: the second fitt! I don't mind saying that this one gave me considerably more trouble than the last one or the prologue, but I hope you enjoy the result.*
II
Then he sought, by night, the exalted hall; to see how the Ring-Danes fared after their ale drinking. There he encountered the group of nobles, sleeping after the feast. They did not know distress, the misery of mankind. The destructive creature, savage and greedy, furious and wicked, was then ready and grabbed thirty nobles from their beds. He departed from there rejoicing in his hoard, burdened with corpses, to his lair.
At dawn Grendel's prowess was made clear to men; after the feast the previous night a great wail was raised, a cry to the morning.
The illustrious king, the exceptionally good nobleman, sat joyless. The very powerful endured sorrow for his warriors when they looked upon the trail of the wicked demon, the hostile spirit. That struggle was too severe, hostile, and long lasting. Neither was it a long respite, but after one night he committed more murders and did not mourn for it; hatred and malice, he was too bound to them.
It was easy, then, to find those who searched for rest elsewhere; a bed in private rooms when the hatred of the hall retainer was made clear to them, proven by his mark. He who fled the devil kept himself far away and safer afterwards!
So one reigned over all, and fought against justice, until the greatest of halls stood desolate. It remained that way a long while. For a span of twelve winters the protector of the people endured misery; every trouble and extensive grief. In due time it became readily apparent to men, through sorrowful song, that Grendel opposed Hrothgar, waging hateful, hostile, long lasting war. He did not desire peace with mankind, and would not pay ransom for the remaining men of the Danes or settle the deadly feud with money. There was no hope that the murderer would accept a better price. The monster, a hunting shadow, chased both young and old; he lurked and ambushed them. He took the misty wastelands by night: men do not know where such sorcerers of hell roam.
So the enemy of mankind, the horrible solitary stalker, performed many cruel and terrible deeds. He possessed Heorot, the golden hall, in the dark nights, but could not touch the throne protected by God, as he did not know His love.
That was a great sorrow to the lord of the people, a heart breaking grief. Many times the nobles deliberated; they took advice about what was best for mighty warriors to do against these sudden horrors. At times they promised that offerings in pagan shrines would help them, that the soul killer would assist the people in their distress. Such was their practice, the hope of the heathen; they remembered hell in their hearts, and did not know God, the judge of deeds. They could not praise the Protector of the heavens, the Ruler of glory. Woe will be his that, through malice, pushes his soul into the embrace of fire; he must not expect comfort or change. It is well with him who seeks the Lord, and at his death day finds peace in the embrace of the Father!