At this time, however, these matters puzzled me, and had it not been for the slaying of Sigeferth and Morcar and one or two others, maybe I should have thought little of danger to myself.

It was only as Olaf's kinsman that I was worth a thought of the man whose deep statecraft I could not pretend to understand.
So I said: "The earl's life must be uneasy with all these doubts.

But so long as you yourself have none of King Olaf and myself, it is little matter what he thinks.

His doubts will be proved false in time, and he will have fretted for nought." "That is true," Eadmund answered.

"I would that he troubled me not with his suspicions." So the matter passed, and we spoke for a little while of the fleet and of Olaf's plans, and then I left him, saying that I would ride back to London with the first light of morning.
"We shall have one good fight, and then peace," said Eadmund.
"Farewell, and trouble nought about my foster father and his ways of doubting.