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It has been fifty years since my battle with Grendels mother. When I finished the battle with Grendels mother, I went back home. I then became King of the Geats. Now I had been once more called upon to serve. Some thieve had taken a jeweled cup from a tower where a dragon is guarding treasures. I was going to kill the dragon. I was certain I'll get the job done. I took some men with me and we were off once more. I told them all I needed no hot words that fate would decide who will live. The dragon was big. I'll admit it would have been easier to kill the dragon if my men hadn't run for their lives leaving me to kill it. I was being engulfed in flames. The pain was vivid. But I knew I should still try. My mail shirt protected me from most of the flames. Then it happened. Not all of my men had run off. One stilled remained. Wiglaf his name was. He and I then defeated the dragon. He told me that he couldn't bare stand there and see his king suffer. That he remembered when he and all the other men had said they would repay me. With there lives if I required it. I then told him to lead my people. That my time had come. I gave him my golden necklace, mail shirt, and sword. Wiglaf was the last person who had still abided by our code. He would lead them now.