You knifed him. Your foe-biter licked his side
And wasted him, out of town. You did not know
That my blood too was lathered on the blade,
His blood my blood, my breaking heart his own.
You could not hear my keening for the kill,
You did not know the victims of the murder
Outnumbered you: but you will learn. You shall
Have killed a Grendel, soon to meet his mother.