Let us go to Framlingham." So they rode, against the king's will as one might see, from the place, and went away towards the southern gate of the town.

And seeing that the Danes were in the town I knew that all was lost, and that here I might stay no longer if Eadgyth was to be saved.
I ran to where I had left my horse, and mounted and fled also, following the king, for that gate led to the road along the south bank of the river.

I knew not if he had crossed the bridge or no, but over the river was my way, and I had my own work to be done, and some twenty miles to be covered as quickly as might be.

Glad was I that I had chosen to fight on foot that day, for my horse was fresh.
Terrible it was to see the panic in the town as the poor folk knew that the Danes were on them.

They filled the road down which I must go, thronging in wild terror to the gates, and I will not remember the faces of that crowd, for they were too piteous.
Glad I was to be free from them at last, and upon the road where I could ride freely, for as they left the town they took to the woods and riverside swamps, and save for a few horsemen flying like myself, the road was soon clear.