And then, while my eyes were fixed on her, and I was just about to dismount, I was aware of something like a streak of light that flew from the underwood toward me, and suddenly my horse reared wildly, and fell back on me, pinning me to the ground.
At the same moment I heard Wulf roaring somewhat, and then he was between me and the cover, and I saw him, through the dazedness of my eyes with the fall, dismount and unsling his shield from his back, with his eyes ever on the wood.

Then an arrow struck the ground close to me, and I heard another smite Wulf's shield with the clap that no warrior can mistake.

At that his steed took fright and left us.
"Get my horn and wind it," I said, struggling to get free from the horse.

It was no mean bowman who had sent that first arrow, for the poor beast never moved after it fell, and had spent its last strength in rearing.
"That is crushed flat, Master," Wulf said between his teeth, and he tried to lift the weight that was on me.
Then the arrows came thickly again, and he crouched over me with the shield, behind the horse.

It was lucky that I was almost covered by it as I lay, for it was between me and the wood.