Roscow was sitting up. Pedro had taken him down from the donkey after Amarilla had gone into the woods. They were both now sat at the side of the road. Roscow was thinking that he should go and find Beowulf, but his legs had other ideas, and so they remained sitting, looking out into the night. Banshee was wandering nearby, nibbling at the grass on the roadside.
‘Are you hokay now?’ Pedro asked.
‘Mostlee,’ said Roscow, ‘I feel weak and do not theenk that I can go quicklee, but notheeng ees broken, as far as I know.’
Pedro looked at him sadly,
‘Why must you copee thee speech of hothers?’ he asked, ‘Eet ees beneeth your dignitee. I ham sure you are a veree good speaker normalee. Eet ees wrong so to do thees!’
Roscow nodded and tried his normal voice,
‘Eet ees a weak… I mean, it is a weakness. I just like the sounds and it really annoys Beowulf.’
‘Why do you want to annoy heem?’
Roscow thought,
‘I suppose it’s that he is cleverer than me and he always controls everything and I just follow on.’
‘Ha! Revenge!’ said Pedro.
‘A leetle beet,’ agreed Roscow. Then they both looked up. While they had been talking Gretza the Angel had come up behind them. She looked a little glassy-eyed and the side of her face was badly bruised. She appeared to be anxious and in a hurry.
‘Beovulf?’ she asked, ‘Vhere iz he?’
Pedro and Roscow looked her up and down. They saw a small dark haired woman, dressed all in black, with very pale skin, apart from her very red lips and the mottled purple bruising on her face.
‘What ‘eet you?’ asked Pedro.
‘Zhe troll,’ said Gretza the Angel, ‘now tell me vhere is Beovulf? If he has danger I must be saving him.’
‘The troll?’ asked Roscow looking warily around.
‘Yes, zhe big troll zhat alvays vants to kill Beovulf. She is the one hitting on me.’
She looked around,
‘Iz she here?’
Pedro stood up.
‘Shee was over there,’ he said, pointing to the spot where the troll had been lying.
‘Oh deer!’ he said.
‘Quick,’ commanded Gretza the angel, ‘vhere iz Beovulf?’
They pointed down the slope, into the trees.
‘I vill go to be saving Beovulf, as iz my directive!’ she shouted and disappeared into the forest.
Pedro and Roscow looked at each other.
‘That ‘ees an accent you weel be likeeng,’ said Pedro.
Roscow nodded in agreement.