Let us begone, men!" And with that those three leapt away into the darkness up the hill, leaving me to follow if I listed.
That was not my way, however, and I ran on to Matelgar's hall.
One stood at the gate.

It was Wulfhere.

Inside I heard the trampling of horses, and knew that they would be ready in time.

Wulfhere laid hand on sword as I came up, doubting if I were not a Dane, but I cried to him who I was, and he came out a step or two to me, asking for news.
And when I told him what I had seen and done, he, too, said I had done well, and that I had saved Alswythe, if not many more.

Also, that he had sent a man to tell Matelgar of his plans.