What would I do without the great Geat Beowulf? He saved my wonderous Mead-Hall from the constant terror and destruction from not only Grendal, but also Grendal's mother. I regret that I couldn't take care of the problem myself, but my physical strength deserts me. Fortunately, I still have the wise presence of mind to accept help from those stronger when I need it, and in this case, I needed it. I built a great and wonderous Mead Hall to enjoy with my people, only to have it tarnished with death and blood, tears, and grief. How thankful I am for Beowulf, and how utterly ashamed I am when I left him in the lake after the descending fight with Grendal's mother, believing him to be dead. I was wrong, but gratefully, the Geat warriors were not. After I left with my Danes, Beowulf submerged from the waters victorious. He has saved my people, my queen, and I from the pain and suffering that the constant attacks from Grendal's mother could have brought. I cannot ever repay him adequately. He is truly a great warrior and I am happy to be indebted to him forever.
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