The Danes will be here." That I think they did, for they were lifting the body as I went away and rode along the way that the bishop had taken, meaning at least to meet Ingvar, for I feared lest the men who had the king should slay him if they were followed.
Hardly a mile had I gone when Ingvar and his men came riding slowly back.

Their beaten horses could do no more, and they had left following the bishop.

Ingvar's face was black as night, and as he came he roared at me: "You here again! Now this passes all.

Did I not bid you stand aside and hinder me not ?" "Aye, King," I answered, coldly enough.

"But I cross you not.