WALT: visualise.

 Thatched with heather and decorated by blazing beacons and gilded antlers, the hall would fill every day with warriors and travellers, musicians and poets. King Hrothgar himself would sit at the very end of the hall on a raised dais and sometimes his wife, the fair queen Wealtheow, would take the seat beside him. The servants would race past the roaring fires carrying steaming plates of eel pit and roasted boars' flesh to the trestle tables that ran the full length of the room. Hunting dogs, lying on the straw, would raise their heads as the meat went past, their tongues hanging out, and by the end of the feast, they too would have been rewarded with scraps of meat and marrow bones. The mead would never stop flowing. And as the sun reached out to claim possession of the night sky, the music from the harps would still ring out across the fields along with the laughter and the chatter of old comrades at ease.

   Grendel heard that sound.