“No songs, no scops, no searing meat, no blazing fire. And Grendel, incomplete, raided relentlessly. Dude, this was what they call a blood feud, a war 150 that tore a hole through the hearts of the Danes. Grendel was broken, and would not brook peace, desist in dealing deaths, or die himself. He had no use for stealth—he came near-nightly, and never negotiated. The old counselors knew better than to expect a settlement in silver from him.”
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Maria Dahvana Headley,
Beowulf: A New Translation