They sank then to slumber. With sorrow one paid for His evening repose, as often betid them While Grendel was holding the gold-bedecked palace, Ill-deeds performing, till his end overtook him, Death for his sins. ’Twas seen very clearly, Known unto earth-folk, that still an avenger Outlived the loathed one, long since the sorrow Caused by the struggle; the mother of Grendel, Devil-shaped woman, her woe ever minded, Who was held to inhabit the horrible waters, The cold-flowing currents, after Cain had become a Slayer-with-edges to his one only brother, The son of his sire; he set out then banished, Marked as a murderer, man-joys avoiding, Lived in the desert. Thence demons unnumbered Fate-sent awoke; one of them Grendel, Sword-cursèd, hateful, who at Heorot met with A man that was watching, waiting the struggle, Where a horrid one held him with hand-grapple sturdy; Nathless he minded the might of his body, The glorious gift God had allowed him, And folk-ruling Father’s favor relied on, His help and His comfort: so he conquered the foeman, The hell-spirit humbled: he unhappy departed then,