Narrative Essay On Beowulf

The rest of the ride to the fortress nunnery was uneventful, but all the men were jumpy after seeing the nun and farmers. Every shadow was a creature of the Fey, every sound a monster coming for you. We halted at the outer wall, and I rode up to the castle alone, as some of my company were, shall we say, unsavory. The guard at the gate admitted me into the courtyard, and I dismounted, allowing a nun to take Grendel. A nun beckoned to me, then walked across the courtyard. I followed, sabatons clicking on the cobble. I climbed the steps to the massive monastery door, which I strained to open. The Abbess was seated on a chair reminiscent of a throne on a dais at the far end of the hall, clothed in a pale lavender gown. Her posture was commanding,

I stabbed my lance into that amber eye, the momentum of my horse driving the weapon ever deeper. The tip of the lance broke and the daemon fell to the ground, limbs spasming and teeth gnashing. I dismounted and drew my sword, newly dented from the fight with Little John. It turned towards me, and I saw the damage I had wrought on its eye. The daemon came for me, rising up on its powerful legs and spring toward me. My sword pierced its heart, and it died. “Ware! There are others nearby!” my huntsman yelled. Gelfred cut the creature’s head and tied it to the back of his horse. “Let’s go,” he said. After a while, we reached a clearing among the trees. Just outside the clearing, there were three sets of tracks moving in an easterly direction. We followed them, drawn by curiosity, and in 10 paces, there were 10 sets of tracks. In 20 paces, there was a- “Sweet Jesus and all the angels!” Gelfred said. I shook my head slowly, a look of shock and wonderment on my face. “Amen,” I replied. “Amen.” We were standing on the bank of a canyon running wet to east, wide enough for three wagons, and a little deeper than the height of a man. The soil in the canyon was churned from the crossing of many creatures, and the relatively unscathed patches were covered in tracks- daemons, boglins, and orcs. “They have an army!” Gelfred cried. “Let’s move,” I said. “We have to warn