The wounded man was sitting up and trying to bind a hurt in his thigh with a scarf, which, from its gold fringes, was plainly that of his mistress.
The thane rose up when he heard us coming, and saluted us.

He was a handsome man of sixty years or so, richly dressed, who had plainly had a bad fall when his horse went down.

There were three or four of his assailants lying where they had been round him as I came.
"Many thanks, sirs," he said.

"It was going hard with us when you came up.

Now is no time for ceremony, or I would say more.