It was the hut of a charcoal burner, and the light came from the kiln close by, which was open, and the man himself was standing at it, even now taking out a glowing heap of the coal to cool, before he piled in fresh wood and closed it for the night.
When I saw the hut, it suddenly came on me that I was wearied out, and must sleep, and so went thither.

The collier heard the clank of my armour, and turned round in the crimson light of the glowing coals to see what came.

As he saw me standing he cried aloud in terror, and, throwing up his hands, fled into the dark beyond the kiln, calling on the saints to protect him.
For a moment I wondered that he should thus fly me; but I staggered to his hut, and I remember seeing his rush-made bed, and that is all.
When I woke again, at first I thought myself back in the dungeon, and groaned, but would not open my eyes.

But I turned uneasily, and then a small voice spoke, saying: "Ho, Grendel! are you awake ?" I sat up and looked round.

Then I knew where I was--but I had slept a great sleep, for out of the open door I saw the Quantock hills, blue across the moor, and the sun shone in almost level.