"Yield yourselves quietly, and no harm shall come to you." "Let them not go, Thane," said one of his men, "else will they be off to Ina, and there will be trouble.

You mind what you promised us." Now, Owen heard this, and the words told him that he was right in thinking that there was more than heathenry in the affair.

It seemed to him that the first thing was to save me, and that if he could do that in any way nought else mattered much.

It was plain that no man was to be left to bring Ina on the priest for his ill deeds.
"If that is all the trouble now," he said, therefore, "as we are in your power you can make us promise what you like.

Give us terms at least; if not, come and end us and the matter at once." One of the men flew at him on that, and bided where he fell, across the doorway of the porch; none stirred to follow him.
"Swear that you will not go to Ina for a month's time with any tales, and you and all shall go free," Erpwald said.
The man who had spoken before put in at once: "What of the blood feud, Erpwald ?--There is Aldred's son yet." At that the priest lost temper with his follower, and turned on him savagely: "Is it for men to war with children?
What care I for a blood feud?
Can I not fend for myself?
Hold your peace." Then he said to Owen: "They say that you are the child's foster-father now.