A Lavish Feast

                                                                                 3.
The sun had just began to sink under the horizon when Hrothgar stood from his throne, and called for attention. He held his hand out, beckoning me to kneel before him. I lowered myself, and looked up into his vast blue eyes as he said, "My fellow Danes, it is with great pleasure that I honor Beowulf, thane of Higlac, the title "Hero of Denmark". I do believe I speak for all of us when I say that we are forever indebted to you and your men. We have lost many Danes over the course of fourteen years to Grendel, and we shall lose no more at the beast's hands!" Hrothgar gallantly held up Grendel's severed limb for all to see. The crowd went wild at the sight of the furry, limp appendage in their King's hand.

 "As a final token of our appreciation," Hrothgar boomed, attempting to silence the praise shared amongst the Danes. "We wish to send some gold and weapons with you to take back to Gaetland. Heorot will always welcome your people in."

And with that final affirmation, the men in the mead-hall erupted in simultaneous cries.

 "Hear, hear!" The Danes shouted, raising their goblets.

"Hear, hear!" My thanes sang, grinning from ear to ear.

I smiled, and rose from my stance. The crowd embraced me as I attempted to pour myself a cup of mead. My mind raced with the thoughts of Higlac's reaction to my victory, and the spoils that would come with it. I sat down, and finally released the breath I'd been holding.

May Hrothgar prosper in all of his ventures, and forever live in solace.

                                                                                                                            Yours Truly,
                                                                                                                               Beowulf