One of the most noble amongst my flock is no more for the world. That scornful fire-beast, that dragon enemy of the Geats has claimed him in his defeat. All of the power of heaven to console his subjects whom he had served so nobly!
Noble in service as well was he to me. Before this foul dragon, he had struggled with Grendel, that horrific spawn of Cain, and vanquished him and his evil mother to judgment. The foes of heaven are numerous, but far less so given the fruits of Beowulf’s treacherous and courageous work.
But standing higher than any record of battle, more noble than any wartime decoration, was that noble king’s service to his people. Though fatally wounded and not long for this world, he looked upon the treasures he knew he would never own and thought it a blessing to be able to bring them to his people, whom he had loved so dearly.
The glory of heaven is the highest, but it has gained in love, nobility, and courage with the passing of beloved Beowulf. His exemplary service to his comrades and countrymen, as well as to both his kingdom and the kingdom of Heaven, will not be forgotten. His faithful duty to God and man will stand as a benchmark for acts in the service of good for all of eternity.