"I do not fear the sea, nor this man here--Beorn.

Do you go to Reedham and tend Lodbrok's hawk for me, and send word to my father, that he may come home, and to the king, so that Lodbrok may have honourable burial." He promised me those things, and then went back upon the slaying of Lodbrok, asking how it came about.
I told him what I thought thereof; and Beorn, who must needs listen to all this, ground his teeth and cursed under his breath, for there seemed to have come some desperate fury on him in place of his cold despair of an hour since.
And when Egfrid had heard all, he raised his hand and swore that not one stone of Beorn's house should be unblackened by fire by this time tomorrow night, and as he said it he turned to Beorn, shaking and white with wrath.
"Let that be," I answered him quickly; "no good, but much harm may come therefrom.

Wait but six months, and then maybe I shall be back." Now while we had thus spoken together, Ulfkytel had dismounted and was holding some converse with a man whose figure I could not well make out, even had I cared to try, in the dark shadow of horses and riders which stayed the moonlight from them.

But at this time the stranger came towards us, and I saw that it was the priest who served the Church of St.Peter, hard by where we stood.

He came to Beorn first, and spoke to him in a low voice, earnestly; but Beorn paid no sort of heed to him, but turned his head away, cursing yet.
So after a few more words, the priest came to me.
"Wulfric," he said, "sad am I to see you thus.