Into this land of peace these men from over seas have come wantonly, slaying our friends, burning our houses, driving our cattle, making such as escape them take to the woods like hunted wild beasts.

Where is Edred the Thane?
Where is Matelgar?
Where twenty others you called friends?
Dead by Combwich, and none to bury them.

The Danes have their arms, the wolves their bodies.
Is no vengeance to be taken for this?
Or shall the Danes sail away laughing, saying that the hearts of the Saxons are as water ?" Then there rose an angry growl at that, and I was glad to hear it.

So was Eanulf, as it seemed.

And Wulfhere got up and stood beside me and spoke.
"This is good talk, and now I will add a word.