The roar of that unseen battle came across the still water to us without cease for well nigh half an hour.

The first surety we had that it was over was in the dying away of the noise and the coming back to the shore of men from the front who were unwounded.

After that we could see the black mass of Irish climbing the hill to the camp quietly, as if to tell their king that they had conquered.
There was much shouting thence shortly after they had passed within the earthworks.
Then out of the gate of the camp, which was toward the river, came a train of men, the leaders of which were mounted, and after them swarmed the levies again.

Dalfin was bringing his father to see the place of the fight, and to welcome us as friends.

It was not altogether a new thing that Norseman and Dane should be known as foes to one another here on the Irish coast, which both wasted.