THEN Hrothgar went with his hero-train,defence-of-Scyldings, forth from hall;fain would the war-lord Wealhtheow seek,couch of his queen. The King-of-Gloryagainst this Grendel a guard had set,so heroes heard, a hall-defender,who warded the monarch and watched for the monster.In truth, the Geats' prince gladly trustedhis mettle, his might, the mercy of God!Cast off then his corselet of iron,helmet from head; to his henchman gave, --choicest of weapons, -- the well-chased sword,bidding him guard the gear of battle.Spake then his Vaunt the valiant man,Beowulf Geat, ere the bed be sought: --"Of force in fight no feebler I count me,in grim war-deeds, than Grendel deems him.Not with the sword, then, to sleep of deathhis life will I give, though it lie in my power.No skill is his to strike against me,my shield to hew though he hardy be,bold in battle; we both, this night,shall spurn the sword, if he seek me here,unweaponed, for war. Let wisest God,sacred Lord, on which side soeverdoom decree as he deemeth right."Reclined then the chieftain, and cheek-pillows heldthe head of the earl, while all about himseamen hardy on hall-beds sank.None of them thought that thence their stepsto the folk and fastness that fostered them,to the land they loved, would lead them back!Full well they wist that on warriors manybattle-death seized, in the banquet-hall,of Danish clan. But comfort and help,war-weal weaving, to Weder folkthe Master gave, that, by might of one,over their enemy all prevailed,by single strength. In sooth 'tis toldthat highest God o'er human kindhath wielded ever! -- Thro' wan night striding,came the walker-in-shadow. Warriors sleptwhose hest was to guard the gabled hall, --all save one. 'Twas widely knownthat against God's will the ghostly ravagerhim[1] could not hurl to haunts of darkness;wakeful, ready, with warrior's wrath,bold he bided the battle's issue.[1] Beowulf, -- the "one."