But his power had gone. He twisted in pain,
And the bleeding sinews deep in his shoulder
Snapped, muscle and bone split
And broke. The battle was over, Beowulf
Had been granted new glory: Grendel escaped,
But wounded as he was could flee to his den,
His miserable hole at the bottom of the marsh,
Only to die, to wait for the end
Of all his days.
This was one of my favorite parts because this is when Beowulf finally finishes with the pain and suffering of all the people. Beowulf had once again proven himself but this time made a new name for himself even though he didn't kill Grendel.