They are like hen-bred ducklings now, and they do but want a duck to lead them pondwards.

Then may hen cackle in vain for them." The king laughed.
"Faith," he said, "I--the hen--drove Odda into the pond.

He is, according to his own account, a poor duckling." "Let him splash about a little longer, lord king," said Thord.
But Odda spoke with a long face.
"Not so, King Alfred, if you love me.

Landsman am I, and chicken-hearted at sea.

Keep the gamecock to mind the farmyard; there be more birds than ducks needed." "Make a song hereof, Harek," said the king.