Beowulf Letter My Dearest Cousin, I write to you now in great fear. Things that haunt my all waking moment, and fill all(prenominal) unconscienceness with trepidation. Such coil that hath jailed around every man, woman, and baby bird at magnate Hrothgar?s court, utter horror. It was only twain nights ago that my comrades and I were having a fabulous feast in the Hart. The great Mead Hall of the ring-giver, King Hrothgar. Men stumbled about interchangeable mules, reeking of sweet mead. Having returned from a battle we filled our bellies with efficient food, and our hearts with the stories of the scop. The harp notification along with his praise.
It had been a successful battle, so we were high in spirits. As the hours drew unholy, we began to make ourselves for slumber. Every man well(p) and content, effect places to call their own. teensy-weensy corners belonging to big men. We curve into our small dens, with our minds wandering. I raise myself stumbling a bit trying, as I had a lowly to drink ...If you want to touch on a full essay, hostel it on our website:
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