It hangs yonder where I put it, in the gateside timbers." Erpwald glowered into the darkness, but he could see nothing of the man who had spoken.

But one of his men had seen the spear cast, and knew what was meant, though the fight had set it out of his mind.
So he ran, and found the shaft easily in the darkness, and took the ring from it, bringing it back to Erpwald.
"It is luck," he said.

"Spear and ring alike have marked the place for Woden." "Hold your peace, fool," snarled Erpwald, with a sharp look at Owen.
And at that Stuf laughed again, unheeded.
Then Owen swore as he had promised, on the cross hilt of his sword, and Erpwald swore faith on the ring, and so the swords were sheathed at last; and when they had disarmed all our men but Owen, Erpwald's men took torches from the hall and went to tend the wounded, who lay scattered everywhere inside the gate, and most thickly where my father fell.
Owen went to that place, with a little hope yet that his friend might live, but it was not so.

Therefore he knelt beside him for a little while, none hindering him, and so bade him farewell.

Then he went to Stuf, who was sorely hurt, but not in such wise that he might not recover.
"What will you do with the child ?" the man asked.
"Have no fear for him.