He turned again, and looked no more at me.
Then I asked Raud of his brother, and of Thoralf, my other companion of flight.

They were both slain, one at Gainsborough and one at Medehamstede.

Thormod was with Halfden in Wessex, where they had made a landing to keep Ethelred, our Wessex overlord, from sending to our help.

But as to Halfden, men said that he would not come to East Anglia, for the Lady Osritha had over persuaded him.
Then, though I would not ask in any downright way, I found that Osritha was well, but grieving, as they thought, for the danger of her brothers--and of that I had my own thoughts.
So with talk of the days that seemed so long past, we went on into Hoxne woods, through which Raud said that he had learnt we must go to meet the host in its onward march from Thetford.
"Jarl Ingvar lets not the grass grow under his feet," I said.
We came to a place where the woodland track broadened out into a clearing, and there waited the other Danes, and with them, sitting alone now on the horse, was Eadmund the King.
Pale he was, and all soiled with the stains of war, and with the moss and greenery of his strange hiding place; but his eye was bright and fearless, and he sat upright and stately though he was yet with his hands bound behind him.
I rode past Ingvar and to Eadmund's side, and throwing myself from my horse stood by him, while the Dane glared at us both without speaking.
"Why run thus into danger, Wulfric my son ?" said the king, speaking gently; "better have let me be the only victim." "That you shall not be, my king," I answered; "for if you must die, I will be with you.

But I have come to try to ransom you." "There are two words concerning that," said Ingvar in his cold voice.