In all haste." It was the war arrow [vi].

No man might refuse to bear that onward.
Yet--to Matelgar--and by an outlaw! But the man was beat, and the thralls might not bear it.
"Look at me; know you who I am ?" I said to the man, who had cast himself down on the grass, panting again.
"No--nor care," he said, glancing at me sharply.

"On, and tarry not." "I am an outlaw," I said simply.
"Armed ?" he said, with a laugh.

"Outlaw in truth you will be, an you speed not." "I am Heregar," I said again.
"Curse you!" said the man; "go on, and prate not.

If you were Ealhstan himself, with his forked hat on, you must go." "Heregar--my master's friend," cried one of the two thralls, "if it be true you are outlawed, as I heard yesterday, go and win yourself inlawed again by this." Then I turned, and wasted no more time, running swiftly down the hill and away towards the spot where my enemy lay at Stert, and that honest thrall of my friend, the slain franklin's, shouted after me for good speed.
"Well," I thought, as I went on at a loping pace, "I can prove my loyalty maybe--but I have to bear this into the wolf's den--and much the proof will serve me!" Then I thought that presently I would feign lameness, and send on some other.