There you might have marvelled at their disposition of filthy greed, and watched a portentous spectacle of avarice.

You could have seen gold and grass clutched up together; the birth of domestic discord; fellow-countrymen in deadly combat, heedless of the foe; neglect of the bonds of comradeship and of reverence for ties; greed the object of all minds, and friendship of none.
Meantime Frode traversed in a great march the forest which separates Scotland and Britain, and bade his soldiers arm.

When the Scots beheld his line, and saw that they had only a supply of light javelins, while the Danes were furnished with a more excellent style of armour, they forestalled the battle by flight.

Frode pursued them but a little way, fearing a sally of the British, and on returning met Scot, the husband of Ulfhild, with a great army; he had been brought from the utmost ends of Scotland by the desire of aiding the Danes.

Scot entreated him to abandon the pursuit of the Scottish and turn back into Britain.