If the fishers were yet with him I could not see.

They were lost in the crowd round him.
Now Dalfin's sword went up, and the men shook themselves into some sort of order.

A slogan rose, wild and shrill, and with the prince at their head they flung themselves on the Danes, lapping round them, so that they hid them from our sight.

Only in the midst of the leaping throng there was a steady, bright cluster of helms, above which rose and fell the weapons unceasingly.
The Irish could not stay that wedge.

It went on, cleaving its way through the press as a ship cleaves its way to windward through the waves, and after it had passed, there was a track of fallen men to tell of how it had fared.