"Grendel or no Grendel," said the urchin, "Dudda will ask nought of his supper."
"Why not?"
"By reason of what it was made of."
Then I remembered that a thrall might by no means slay the deer, and that he would surely be in fear when he knew that one had found him out. So I said to the boy:
"Grendel ate it, doubtless. Nor you nor I know what was in the honest man's pot."
Turkil was ready to meet me in this matter, and looking roguishly at me, gathered up the bones and put them into the kilns.
"Now must I go home," he said, when this was done, "or I shall be beaten. But I would I had seen Grendel -- though I love warriors armed like you."
"Verily, Turkil, my friend," said I, "a stout warrior will you be if you go on as you have begun."
Thereupon something stirred within me, as it were, and I took the urchin and kissed him, for I had never thought to call one "friend" again.
Then I feared to let him go from me, lest the thoughts of yesterday should come back, as I knew they would, did I give way to them. So I told him to bide here with me till the village people came to drive away Grendel, and that I would make all right for him.