The pixies have made a raid on the farmer's herds at some time." Now I think that King Alfred was right, and that we had fallen into the hands of wild Welsh or Cornish moor folk.

But one should hear Kolgrim's tale of the matter as he shows his sword sheath that he made of the drumhead; for nothing would persuade him that it was not of more than mortal work.
"Had the good king been in that place with us, he would have told a different tale altogether," he says.
So we went on our journey quietly, and ever as we went and spoke with Alfred, I began to be sure that this pale and troubled king was the most wondrous man that I had ever seen.

And now, as I look back and remember, I know that in many ways he was showing me that the faith he held shaped his life to that which seemed best in him to my eyes.
I know this, that had he scoffed at the Asir, I had listened to Neot not at all.

But when we came to his place, I was ready, and more than ready, to hear what he had to tell me..