Beowulf bids sendoff to his men and sets off tiring a mail-shirt and a helmet to contest the dragon. He shouts a challenge to his adversary, who arises from the earth. Man and dragon contend and wrestle amid pieces of fire. Beowulf drudges with his sword in contradiction of the dragon’s thick balances, but his strength is obviously not what it when was. As the fires billow, Beowulf’s friends run in terror. Only one, Wiglaf, textures enough loyalty to come to the assistance of his king. Wiglaf reproaches the other warriors, repeating them of their oaths of faithful service to Beowulf. Now the period has come when their faithfulness will be verified, Wiglaf states, and his energies by himself to assist his lord.
The treasure also attitudes for the growing bond amid Beowulf and Wiglaf, the old hero then the new. Of Beowulf’s men, Wiglaf is the lone one who conforms to the heroic values of loyalty and valor. Wiglaf, in this section, founds himself as the legitimate heir to Beowulf, who has no usual heir. In this method, he is alike to the young Beowulf, who develops Hrothgar’s adoptive son. Wiglaf ferociously swears that he would rather die than reappearance home without having endangered his leader. This vow, too, repeats us of the young Beowulf, who is so expressive in enunciating the code of honor and so flawlessly epitomizes its values. The steadiness of honor from one generation to the next is approved when Beowulf takes the lapel of gold from his own neck and, as his final act, stretches it to his young friend. In Old English, a laf is an inheritance or remnant, and Wiglaf income “war survivor.” The poet associates Wiglaf with the gem (and, of course, the poem)—he will live Beowulf’s lifetime and carry on the countless hero’s legacy.
Beowulf raids the dragon in the head with his countless sword Naegling, but the blade snaps and breaks. The dragon lands a taste on Beowulf’s neck, and gore begins to flow. Wiglaf dailies to Beowulf’s aid, sharp the dragon in the belly, and the dragon singes Wiglaf’s hand. In worry Beowulf pulls a knife from his belt and attempts it deep into the dragon’s side. The blow is deadly, and the writhing traitor withers. But no sooner has Beowulf succeeded than the wound on his neck instigates to burn and swell. He understands that the dragon bite is poisonous and that he is dying. He directs Wiglaf to inspect the dragon’s gem and bring him a portion of it, proverb that death will be easier if he understands the hoard that he has unconventional. Wiglaf slopes into the barrow and quickly revenues to Beowulf with an armload of gem. The old king, disappearing, thanks God for the gem that he has won for his people. He tells Wiglaf that he necessity now look after the Geats and instruction his troop to build him a wheelbarrow that persons will call “Beowulf’s Barrow.” After charitable Wiglaf the collar after his own neckline, Beowulf dies.