Beowulf made a speech to end all speeches, that son of Ecgtheow. “So, we’re back from the brink, Halfdane’s son, Scyldings’ savior, bringing you this token of our esteem, sea-booty, gore-loot, no big whoop. Here’s to glory! And now, my story. I don’t mean to say this shit was no thing. I lived through your basic fistfight underwater, a tryst with destruction. I did the deed you deemed necessary, but I’d be bluffing if I didn’t say I would’ve died had God not kept me close.
