"As for the second, being with Osric, I never saw that." "Did you stay on the hill where men rallied ?" "That did I, as any man would when the saints came to stay us.

Otherwise I had surely halted at Bridgwater, or this side thereof," answered the strange thane, with a smile that was bitter enough.
Now the bishop had not heard that tale of the saint on a white horse; but he was quick enough, and glanced aside at me.

Whereupon Wislac the Thane looked also, and straightway his mouth opened, and he stared at me.

Then, being nowise afraid of the bishop, or, as it seemed, of saints, he said aloud, seemingly to himself: "Never saw I bishop before.

Still, I knew that they were blessed with visions; but that live saints should sit below their seat, I dreamt not!" and so he went on staring at me.
So the bishop, for all his trouble, could but smile, and asked him if he saw a vision.
"Surely," he said, "this is the saint who stayed us on yonder hill." "Nay, that is Heregar the Thane, messenger of Osric." "Then," said Wislac, "let me tell you, Heregar the Thane, that one of the saints, and I think a valiant one, is mightily like you.