"My son, what hast thou done to thyself ?" Edred was stumbling across the courtyard, supported by Julian, his face streaming with blood and muffled in a great kerchief.

He was unable to speak himself, but Julian spoke eagerly for him.
"I trow the fault is half mine.

It was done in tilting.

I was careless, and saw not that Edred's guard was down.

I fear me I have something hurt him.