Unferth: Beowulf... I was wrong to doubt you before, and I shall not again. Yours is the blood of courage. I beg your forgiveness.
Unferth: Cain. Cain!...
Take my sword. It belonged to my father's father. It's called 'Hrunting'.
Beowulf: The sword is no match for demon magic.
Unferth: I'm sorry I ever doubted you.
Beowulf: No, I'm sorry I mentioned you murdered your brothers. They were hasty words. Unferth, I may not return. Your ancestral sword may be lost with me.
Unferth: As long as it is with you, it will never be lost.
Unferth gives Beowulf his sword, "Hrunting", as they reconcile with each other.