By that time we had made causeways to other islets from the fort, and the best of these was to Othery, a long, flat island that lay to the east, nearer to the Polden Hills and Edington.
So one day the king sent for me as we wrought at the fort, and both he and I were horny handed and clay stained from the work.

I came with spade in hand, and he leaned on a pick.

Whereat he laughed.
"Faith, brother king, now can I speak in comrade's wise to my churls as you speak to your seamen.

Nor do I think that I shall be the worse ruler for that." Then he took my arm, and pointed to Edington hill.
"For many nights past I have seen watch fires yonder," he said; "and that is a place where I might strike the Danes well.

So I would draw them thither in force.