Well, there is Eanulf, who fought at Charnmouth." So saying he rose up, and clapped his hands loudly.

The old man had fallen to telling his beads, and paid no attention to him or us any longer, doubtless dreaming of the burning of his abbey over his head, unless some stronger help was at hand than that of the three men before him.
A lay brother came in to answer the bishop's summons.
"Take these thanes to the refectory," he said, "and care for them with all honour.

In two hours I will speak with them again, or sooner, if Osric's messenger comes." "I am no thane," said Wulfhere, not willing to be mistaken.
"I am Bishop of Sherborne," said he, smiling in an absent way, and waving his hand for us to go.
So we went, and thereafter were splendidly treated as most honoured guests, even to the replacing of the broad hat which Wulfhere had gotten from the franklin by a plain steel helm, with other changes of garment, for which we were most glad.
Now as we bathed and changed, I found that letter which Leofwine the hermit priest had given me, and I prayed the brother to give it to the bishop at some proper moment, and he took it away with him.

I had forgotten it in the greater business.
While we ate and drank, and talked of how to reach Eanulf the Ealdorman, the brother came back and brought us a message, saying: "The bishop bids you rest here in peace.

He has sent messengers to Eanulf, bidding him come here in all haste to speak with him and you." So I asked where he was, and the brother said that he lay at Wells, which pleased Wulfhere, who said that he would be here shortly, and that we were in luck, seeing that he wanted another good night's rest; and indeed so did I, sorely, though that I might yet stay near Alswythe was better still.
Before the two hours the bishop had set, there was a clamour in the great yard, and we thought the messenger from Osric had surely come.