The Death Of The Enniel

“I was at the old house, you know the one in the meadow where I was found, right?”

more of our men- and stripped the dead bodies; The brave, bold Danes!” (Beowulf pg. 86]. These words prompt the youngsters to thirst for vengeance and glory with the mention of how their ancestors

One day when there is dinner back at Hart, Hrothgar watches Hrothulf sit between his sons. Hrothgar astonished at the fact that there will come a time when Hrothulf, will rise against him. Hrothgar almost becomes a little crazy because he looks through the hall and sees a series of traps. In addition to the threat that Hrothulf presents, there is the problem of Wealtheow’s brother, Hygmod. Also, Ingeld, the powerful king of the Heathobards, poses a threat to Hrothgar’s kingdom because he can easily just take a walk to Hart and raid

A. The king is sad and depressed that his kingdom has fallen into such a state of disrepair. He is overjoyed to learn that Beowulf, whom he knows from stories and his father, Ecgtheow, has come to fight Grendel. Hrothgar promises Beowulf treasure if he can defeat the monster.

“Definitely not. The castle is a den of rumors, as you well know, and I’ve heard… things. Not that I engage in gossip, but it’s unavoidable. People… talk.”

The king waited for a response. He glanced up at his knight. "Did you hear

“I’ve been looking for him,” she said, clutching her books. “I tried calling him yesterday, but he never

The soldiers wearing armor, exclusive to the king Royal guards begin to execute the orders given to them, and the king is alone, free to do his work, but he hears a defeaning roar from a distance within the city. He covers his ears. "What in the world was that!?"

The fighting was non-stop and many men were killed. They had maintained control of the king’s castle but no one was calling it a victory. People looked on at the field of bodies outside the castle and sorrow overcame them. They would pray for the families of the brave men who protected them during the battle but didn't come back out.

Sterling Silverson stepped through the cold, wet, sticky mud and knocked on the door of the huge stone brick gate that separated King Sparrow's castle from the rest of the kingdom. He waited there for a couple minutes until he could hear hushed arguing past the main gate. First, there was a loud sigh- closely followed by a short, trembling pointy nosed man. He wore a beautiful black cloak with bits of chain mail covering the sleeves and legs for added protection.

“King Patrick! Show yourself you-” there were an ongoing flow of curse words. The others flung dirt and bellowed after each one. I stood as distant as possible to said protest, observing the huge sculpted podium that Tyler, the King’s right hand man approached. Protectors were on his left and right and were clothed in polished, metal armor that was skillfully engraved with a symbol of

Merlin shuffled the load of clothing he carried in his arms and met the king’s eye. “I’m honored that you trust me, sire.”

"And had he ever said that same thing to you' if anybody asked you haven't seen him'?"

Within the stone main hall of a castle whose name is forgotten. Several men and women sit at a wooden table, a map of their falling kingdoms under the few candles still burning as most have spent their wicks. Books and scrolls with faded script lie in front of these people. The man at the head of the table speaks up, bringing the others to silence their personal conversations.

The guard with no expression on his face denied the higher ranks of this town. The chairman begged that he be the best to his rulers. Just as the man and his wife were to lose hope the king’s voice broke through the crowd of poor folk. It was as quiet as a mouse taking the leftover cheese of a splendid feast. The king’s head popped out of the buggy and seemed at peace. “Now, guard,” he chuckled. “Let me dine with these fine people at least.”