So he too laughed, and went back to the bishop; and I found Wulfhere and Wislac, and soon I was one of my own sort again, and the bad past seemed very far away.
But Wislac looked at me and said: "You have spoilt a fine tale I had to take home with me; but maybe I need not tell the ending.

Howbeit, I always did hold that there was none so much difference between a fighting saint and one of ourselves." And that seemed to satisfy him..