Then I had a score of men crowding on me, and they clogged my sword arm and gripped my shield and tore it aside, and then from behind or at the side one smote me on the head with a club or a stone hammer, and I went down.

I heard one cry that I was not to be slain, as I fell.
Then Wulf stood over me for a little while and fought all that crowd, until he was on his knees at my side, and my senses were coming back to me.

Then he fell over me, and the men threw themselves on me and pinioned me and thrust something into my mouth and then bound me.
I knew that Wulf was slain at that time, and that he had given his life for me.

That was what he would have wished to do, but in my heart there grew a wild rage with these men and with myself for my carelessness that had led us into their hands.
Now they dragged me into the cover, and thither also they brought Wulf and the fallen men, and for a little while all sat silent, and soon I knew what they were waiting for.

I heard the voices of my men and the very click and rattle of their arms as they trotted slowly through the wood along the road, and I tried to shout to them, but the gag would not let me.