Hwaet! We have heard of heroes brave fierce in fighting fraught with war-spirit. The strongest of men call the Mists their home. Strongest of these thane and prince bear-man warrior Braun of the Mists protects the mist-land with His princess Eliza. Braun called for a feast for fairest Eliza called for his shield-knights his cooks and his minstrels all ladies fair and ladies fairer though none are fairer than fairest Eliza. The Princess's guardians her pavilion raised blue pennants flying. The populace travelled sought foods and feasting and flowers garlanded. The nobles gathered garbed in riches barons and baronesses brightly jewel-gleamed all come to honor comely Mist-rulers. The first day of feast fed by Gwenhllian the wooden food-tables in the white pavilion heavy with game with gold bread and cheese groaned and creaked and glowed with plenty. Fionn poured his honey-mead passed the ale cups toasted the prince and talked of beauty. Wiglaf and Woodsende waged a game-contest the mightier man would maintain a feast-chair held above his head high and long. Wiglaf won. Then Wander sang of glory and goodness great deeds of tourney-knights songs of battle brave fighting men. The feasting slowed and sleep came to all in the white pavilion the populace rested. Then Grendel came. A great roaring monster foul and fiend-faced all feared his hate-call. Brave war-baron woke Wilhelm purple-garbed grabbed sword and shield-guard to save his baroness. Grendel tore the sheet-wall sheared the pavilion roared in the doorway downed the mist-wall. The princess's guardians grouped in a war-shape sought to succor their sweet Eliza. Grendel grabbed Megan gulped her head off swallowed her fingers next finished her bones. Wilhelm war-baron bright fighting-stick swinging fought the foul monster fright-visaged demon his sword-cuts useless. Savagely Grendel swung his sharp hands sword-fingers cutting Wilhelm's grey head gone. Grendel left the pavilion unhurt and heart-happy his hunger gone. Great grew the groaning the grief and heart-cries as Braun and Eliza blinded by tears grieved for their lost ones that Grendel devoured. The second feast day scared mist-dwellers frightened by fiend-hate fled to their shires. Prince Braun and Eliza proud but heart-weary mourned their lost subjects stayed at the feasting-place. Bravely they feasted fed by Gwenhllian Fionn filled the mead-cups few nobles remained. Brave Beowulfric baker renowned stayed with his prince strong mist-dweller. Braun and his brave knights Beowulfric as well slept in the white pavilion settled for night. Eliza the princess proud but not stupid slept in a guest tent surrounded by ladies. Cynthia slept there and Suzanne de Veleson with beautiful hats hanging beside them and Lady Donata dreaming of Beowulfric strong-fingered bread-kneader bedded beside them. Deep in the darkness demon-Grendel howled. Beowulfric the bread-kneader bread-baker sleeping woke to the wailing in the white pavilion. War-knights awakened weary and grief-filled grabbed for their sword-sticks as Grendel approached. Blond-maned Theophilous thane of the Mist-prince hefted his war-ax hewed at the monster. Grendel demon-spawn grimed and foul slimy of fur fanged and clawed no war-ax sharp nor smith-wrought blade his fury-strong fur could fray or maim. Theophilous strong-arm swung his ax-blade but deadly Grendel dined on his head. Braun's strong fighters smith-blades wielding cut at the hell-fiend hacked with their swords but the claw-monster cut them savagely poured a blood-pool from painful cuts. Brave Beowulfric baker heroic soon stood alone near slain death-piles no sword in his hands strong bread-kneaders while sharp-clawed Grendel grabbed for his head. Brave Beowulfric bread-crafter renowned caught Grendel's claw-hand carver of war-thanes held with his bread-hands the hand of a demon. Though Grendel growled his grip held firm Beowulfric bread-kneader broke off Grendel's arm. The savage hell-monster screamed in his terror dealt his death-blow damned to torment his rich death-blood red life-pool covered the war-knights his wound of death. The night-fiend dying fled to the darkness. Handsome Beowulfric hung the fiend-arm red drops pooling on the pavilion white. Braun and Eliza and everyone rejoiced drank from mead-cups called out praise. Braun the bear-prince Beowulfric's thane called his jewellers Geoffrey Matthias and Hirsch the handcrafter hailed them close. Soon their treasure toiled over laurel-brightened gold a gift of honor Prince Braun held Beowulfric called forth praised the hero prince-worthy words. Spoke Prince Braun bear-like warrior, "Brave Beowulfric baker heroic I honor your greatness give you this gift." Held in his paw-hands handsome and bright a miniature monster arm mounted on gold. Spoke Prince Braun to Beowulfric his thane, "You have our thanks young bread-warrior. We give you this gift grant you this arm." Brave Beowulfric baker heroic feasted with honey-mead famous warrior.
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