One who was felled thus would rise and laugh, and the quarrel was at an end.

They were a light-hearted folk to all seeming.
Once a handsome, frowning chief came past us at a gallop on his swift horse.

He was glittering with gold, but the steed had neither saddle nor bridle.

Its only harness was a halter, but the man rode as if he were part of the horse, so that it was a pleasure to watch him.

It was more than either Bertric or I could have managed.
The Danish ship was afloat when we reached the waterside, for the tide had risen swiftly in these upper waters, and the Irish had helped to get her off, after plundering her.