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Beowulf Comic Book Project

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Transcript of Beowulf Comic Book Project

Beowulf The Wrath of Grendel Grendel who haunted the moors, the wild marshes, and made his home in a hell not hell but earth. He was spawned in that slime, conceived by a pair of those monsters born of Cain, murderous creatures banished By God, punished forever for the crime of Abel's death. The Almighty drove those demons out, and their exile was bitter, shut away from men; they split Into a thousand forms of evil--- spirits and fiends, goblins, monsters, giants, a brood forever opposing the Lord's Will, and again and again defeated. lines 17-29 lines 30-40
Then, when darkness dropped, Grendel went up to Herot, wondering what the warriors would do in that hall when their drinking was done. He found them sprawled in sleep, suspecting nothing, their dreams undisturbed. The monster's thoughts were as quick as his greed or his claws: He slipped through the door and there in the silence snatched up thirty men, smashed them unknowing in their beds and ran out with their bodies, the blood dripping behind him, back to his lair, delighted with his night's slaughter. lines 44-49
Hrothgar, their lord, sat joyless in Herot, a mighty prince mourning the fate of his lost friends and companions, knowing by its tracks that some demon had torn his followers apart. He wept, fearing the beginning might not be the end. lines 79-84
So mankind's enemy continued his crimes, killing as often as he could, coming alone, bloodthirsty and horrible. Though he lived in Herot, when the night hid him, he never dared to touch king Hrothgar's glourious throne, protected by God--- God. The Coming of Beowulf lines 109- 116
In his far-off home Beowulf, Higlac's follower and the strongest of the Geats--- greater and stronger than anyone anywhere in this world--- heard how Grendel filled the nights with horror and quickly commanded a boat fitted out, proclaiming that he'd go to that famous king, would sail across the sea to Hrothgar, now when help was needed. lines 139- 151
Jumping to the ground, the Geats pushed their boat to the sand and tied it in place, mail shirts and armor rattling as they swiftly moored their ship. And then they gave thanks to God for their easy crossing. High on a wall a Danish watcher patrolling along the cliffs saw the travelers crossing to the shore, their shields raised and shining; he came riding down, Hrothgar's lieutenant, spurring his horse, needing to know why they'd landed, these men in armor. Shaking his heavy spear in their faces he spoke: lines 213-227
Then they moved on. Their boat lay moored, tied tight to its anchor. Glittering at the top of their golden helmets wild boar heads gleamed, shining decorations, swinging as they marched, erect like guards, like sentinels, as though ready to fight. They marched, Beowulf and his men and their guide, until they could see the gables of Herot, covered with hammered gold and glowing in the sun--- that most famous of all dwellings, visible far across the land. Their guide reined in his horse, pointing to that hall, built by Hrothgar for the best and bravest of his men; the path was plain, they could see their way... lines 264- 270
My lord Higlac might think less of me if I let my sword go where my feet were afraid to, if I hid behind some broad linden shield: my hands alone shall fight for me, struggle for life against the monster. God must decide who will be given to death's cold grip. The Battle with Grendel lines 285- 295
Out from the marsh, from the foot of misty hills and bogs, bearing God's hatred. Grendel came, hoping to kill anyone he could trap on this to high Herot. He moved quickly through the cloudy night, up from his swampland, sliding silently toward that gold- shining hall. He had visited Hrothgar's home before, knew the way--- but never, before nor after that night, found Herot defended so firmly, his reception so harsh. lines 315- 324
He came to, ripped him apart, cut his body to bits with powerful jaws, drank the blood from his veins and bolted him down, hands and feet; death and Grendel's great teeth came together, snapping life shut. Then he stepped to another still body, clutched at Beowulf with his claws, grasped at a strong-hearted wakeful sleeper--- and was instantly seized himself, claws bent back as Beowulf leaned up on one arm. lines 368- 378
All of Beowulf's band had jumped from their beds, ancestral swords raised and ready, determined to protect their prince if they could. Their courage was great but all wasted: they could hack at Grendel from every side, trying to open a path for his evil soul, but their points could not hurt him, the sharpest and hardest iron could not scratch at his skin, for that sin- stained demon had bewitched all men's weapons, laid spells that blunted every mortal man's blade. lines 388- 393
The monster's hatred rose higher, but his power had gone. He twisted in pain, and bleeding sinews deep in his shoulder snapped, muscle and bone split and broke. The battle was over, Beowulf had been granted new glory. The Battle with Grendel's Mother lines 467-479
He leaped into the lake, would not wait for anyone's answer; the ehaving water covered him over. For hours he sank through the waves; At last he saw the mud of the bottom. And all at once the greedy she-wolf who'd ruled those waters for half a hundred years discovered him, saw that a creature from above had come to explore the bottom of her wet world. She welcomed him in her claws, clutched at him savagely but could not harm him, tried to work her fingers through tight ring-woven mail on his breast, but tore and scratched in vain. lines 530- 540
Then he saw, hanging on the wall, a heavy sword, hammered by giants, strong and blessed with their magic, the best of all weapons but so massive that no ordinary man could lift its carved and decorated length. He drew it form its scabbard, broke the chain on its hilt, and then, savage, now, angry and desperate, lifted it high over his head and struck with all the strength he had left, caught her in the neck and cut it through, back bones and all. lines 545- 561
He looked at her home, then following along the wall went walking, his hands tight on the sword, his heart still angry. He was hunting for another dead monster, and took his weapon with him for final revenge against Grendel's vicious attacks, his nighttime raids, over and over, coming to Herot when Hrothgar's men slept, killing them in their beds, eating some on the spot, fifteen or more, and running to his loathsome moor with another such sickening meal waiting in his pouch. But Beowulf repaid him for those visits, found him lying dead in his corner. Armless, exactly as that fierce fighter had sent him out from Herot, then struck off his head with a single swift blow. lines 596- 603
Then that noble protector of all seamen swam to land, rejoicing in the heavy burdens he was bringing wit him. He and all his glorious band of Geats thanked God that their leader had come back unharmed; they left the lake together. The Geats carried Beowulf's helmet, and his mail shirt. Behind them the water slowly thickened as the monsters' blood came seeping up. The Last Battle lines 650- 661
Then Beowulf rose, still brave, still strong, and with his shield at his side, and a mail shirt on his breasst, strode calmly, confidently, toward the tower, under the rocky cliffs: no coward could have walked there! And then who'd endured dozens of desperate battles, who'd stood boldly while swords and shields clashed, the best of kings, saw huge stone arches and felt the heat of the dragon's breath, flooding down through the hidden entrance, too hot for anyone to stand, a streaming current of fire and smoke that blocked all passage. lines 679- 688
Behind his high shield, waiting in his shining armor. The monster came quickly toward him, pouring out fire and smoke, hurrying to its fate. Flames beat at the iron shield, and for a time it held, protected Beowulf as he'd planned: then it began to melt, and for the firs time in his life that famous prince fought with fate against him, with glory denied him. He knew it, but he raised his sword and struck at the dragon's scaly hide. lines 720-731
Wiglaf's mind was amde up; he raised his yellow shield an drew his sword--- an ancient weapon that ahd once belonged to Onela's nephew, and that Wexstan ahd won, killing the prince when he fled from Sweden, sought safety with Herdred, and found death. And Wiglaf's father had carried the dead man's armor, and his sword ,to Onela, and the king had said nothing, only given him armor and sword and all, everything his rebel nephew had owned and lost when he left this life. lines 758-764
But those days are over and gone and now our lord must lean on younger arms. And we must go to him, while angry flames burn myself than see swirling around my lord. The Spoils lines 775-778
The Wexstan's son went in, as quickly as he could, did as the dying Beowulf asked, entered the inner darkness of the tower, went with his mail shirt and his sword. lines 806- 814
Then, Wiglaf went back, anxious to return while Beowulf was alive, to bring him treasure they'd won together. He ran, hoping his wounded king, weak and dying, had not left the world too soon. Then he brought their treasure to Beowulf, and found his famous king bloody, gasping for breath. But Wiglaf sprinkled water over his lord, until the words deep in his breast broke through and were heard. lines 822-828
What I leave, Wiglaf, I lead my people, help them; my time is gone. Have the brave Geats build me a tomb, when the funeral flames have burned me, and build it here, at the water's edge. high on the spit of land... lines 839- 842
The old man's mouth was silent, spoke no more, had said as much as it could; He would sleep in the fire, soon. His soul left his flesh, flew to glory. The Farewell lines 843- 849
Then the Geats built the tower, as Beowulf had asked, strong and tall, so sailors could find it from far and wide; working for ten long days they made his monument, sealed his ashes in walls as straight and high as wise and willing hands could raise them. lines 856- 861
And then twelve of the bravest Geats rode their horses around the tower, telling their sorrow, telling stories of their dead king and his greatness, his glory, praising him for heroic deeds, for a life as noble as his name.
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