Then faded the face of Lodbrok, and after me looked sadly many faces, and one was yours, my son, and the nearest.

So I woke." "That is a wondrous dream," I said, not knowing what to make thereof, having no skill in reading these matters.
"Aye, my son," answered Eadmund; "nor can I read it; though I think I shall do so hereafter.

Nevertheless it comes into my mind that the dream warns me that my time is short.

Lie down again, my son.
Let us sleep in peace while we may." After that the king slept peacefully as a little child till full daylight came; but I for very sadness closed not my eyes again, for I thought that our king was fey {vi}.
But in the morning the dream had, as it seemed, passed from the mind of Eadmund, for he was very cheerful, as was his wont, and said naught of it.

However, I told my father thereof, for the remembrance was heavy to me.