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| " Then, when darkness had 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 thiry men, smashed them Unknowing in their beds and ran out with their bodies, The blood ripping behind him, back to his lair, delighted with his night's slaughter." Beowulf |
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| The Desecration of Herot |
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