You know how an arrow may seem to glance from a tree, or how a spear thrust may go wide when the boar is at bay, and men press round him, or an ill blow may fall when none may know it but the striker." "Surely no man would be so base!" I cried.
"Such things have been and may be again.

Long have I known Beorn, and I would not have him for enemy.

His ways are not open." Then I said that if Beorn was ever near Lodbrok, I would be nearer, and so we left the matter.
There was one other thing, which was more pleasant, which we spoke about at that time.

And it was about the betrothal of my sister Eadgyth.

For it had come to pass that Egfrid, my friend, had sought her hand, and the match pleased us all.