Before it lay the road hillward, steep and rough, and that was full of Irish.
Still the Irish held back.

They looked to see our ship follow, no doubt, and would have all their foes ashore at once, lest we should make some flank attack in the heat of the fight.

But the Danes moved onward steadily.
Then into the opening of the lane rode a man on a tall chestnut horse, and the Irish yelled and thronged to him as he leaped off it.

It was Dalfin himself, as I saw when he was on foot.

I suppose that he had managed to find this steed somewhere on the way, meeting with mounted men hurrying to the levy like himself most likely.