Frotha cries as she drags her son's beheaded body. . .
"Grendel, the night of horror was not satisfying, and my heart has been broken since your last roar. I'll cross the mountains and I will be deadlier than a panther. You were the shadow of the shadow of my dreams. You were the flame, the vermillion vortex. You were the hate, the rancor ... you were my son! You were my everything!”
And so, Frotha goes to the boggy moor, dragging the huge, bloody body of her son. . .
. . . and sinks into the swirling red whirlpool.
Frotha reappears in a cave. All around are instruments for magic.
Violet fires flicker under the still. . .
. . . watched by the monsters who live in the caverns . . .
She traces the magic circle around the pentagram, muttering spells. . .
"I will use all evil against the murderers, both iron and fire, thunderbolts and destiny!”
"I'm an innocent victim who loves you – sleep my son. The night is glowing! I will awaken you from your cruel hibernation - with the mysterious arts of my worship; we are eternal, and for our eternal insults – we will soon clear all the earth beneath our feet ... " .
Deep in a prison, Beowulf is bound in heavy fetters . . .
A hooded man enters the prison with two soldiers.
He carries a scroll. . .
"Beowulf, son of Eteow, King of the Weder Geats, is convicted of necromancy, heresy, and subverting the laws of nature, and sentenced to die by fire. Rogar, son of Igielac, King of the Ring Danes.”
Gunnar breaks violently into the prison . . .
Tears the parchment from the hooded man and rips it up.
Then casts out the man and his soldiers.
"Why have you done this?"
"Because that sentence is unjust, and I want you to free us of all evil!"
"Grendel, the night of horror was not satisfying, and my heart has been broken since your last roar. I'll cross the mountains and I will be deadlier than a panther. You were the shadow of the shadow of my dreams. You were the flame, the vermillion vortex. You were the hate, the rancor ... you were my son! You were my everything!”
And so, Frotha goes to the boggy moor, dragging the huge, bloody body of her son. . .
. . . and sinks into the swirling red whirlpool.
Frotha reappears in a cave. All around are instruments for magic.
Violet fires flicker under the still. . .
. . . watched by the monsters who live in the caverns . . .
She traces the magic circle around the pentagram, muttering spells. . .
"I will use all evil against the murderers, both iron and fire, thunderbolts and destiny!”
"I'm an innocent victim who loves you – sleep my son. The night is glowing! I will awaken you from your cruel hibernation - with the mysterious arts of my worship; we are eternal, and for our eternal insults – we will soon clear all the earth beneath our feet ... " .
Deep in a prison, Beowulf is bound in heavy fetters . . .
A hooded man enters the prison with two soldiers.
He carries a scroll. . .
"Beowulf, son of Eteow, King of the Weder Geats, is convicted of necromancy, heresy, and subverting the laws of nature, and sentenced to die by fire. Rogar, son of Igielac, King of the Ring Danes.”
Gunnar breaks violently into the prison . . .
Tears the parchment from the hooded man and rips it up.
Then casts out the man and his soldiers.
"Why have you done this?"
"Because that sentence is unjust, and I want you to free us of all evil!"