Give him that which will keep him from wanton attack, or from the wolves, even if it be but a thrall's weapons." Eanulf signed assent.
On that they gave me a woodman's billhook, and a seax, [iii] such as the churls wear, and one thrust a good ash, iron-shod quarterstaff into my hands.

Then my guards led me away from the assembly, and set my face towards the downward path.

Once again the old man spoke to me with words of good counsel.
"Keep up heart, master.

Make for Cornwall, and turn viking with the next Danes who come." I would not answer him, but walked down the hill a little.

Then the bitterness of my heart overcame me, and I turned, and shaking my staff up at the hill, cursed the Moot deeply.
So I went--an outlaw..