Soon they who had not fallen were borne back to the hall door, and there stood again, but my father was not with them.
He fell at the first, as Owen tells me.

Another has told me that Owen stood across his body and would have fallen with him, but that Stuf drew him away, calling on him to mind his promise concerning me, and so he went back, still fighting, until he stood in the door of the hall.
There Erpwald and his men stayed their hands, like a ring of dogs that bay a boar.

There was a little porch, so that they could not get at him sideways, and needs must that they fell on him one at a time.

It seemed that not one cared to be the first to go near the terrible Briton as he stood, in the plain arms and with the heavy sword my father had given him, waiting for them.

Well do I know what he was like at that time, and I do not blame them.