martes, 4 de mayo de 2021

Grendel, el hombre del saco

Un detalle a menudo obviado en Beowulf es que el semihumano Grendel no es una mera swamp thing, sino que lleva un zurrón para almacenar el botín, como cualquier depredador civilizado que se precie:

But of Grendel: you need to

Know more to know everything; I ought to

Go on. It was early in the evening, Heaven's

Jewel had slid to its rest, and the jealous

Monster, planning murder, came seeking us

Out, stalking us as we guarded Hrothgar's

Hall. Hondshew, sleeping in his armor,

Was the first Geat he reached: Grendel

Seized him, tore him apart, swallowed him

Down, feet and all, as fate

Had decreed—a glorious young soldier, killed

In his prime. Yet Grendel had only begun

His bloody work, meant to leave us

With his belly and his pouch both full, and Herot

Half-empty. Then he tested his strength against mine,

Hand to hand. His pouch hung

At his side, a huge bag sewn

From a dragon's skin, worked with a devil's

Skill; it was closed by a marvelus clasp.

The monster intended to take me, put me

Inside, save me for another meal.

He was bold and strong, but once I stood

On my feet his strength was useless, and it failed him.

 



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