"We will go to Peterborough for this night.

Abbot Elfric is my friend, and will give us shelter." "Let us take the road for London rather, and get back to Olaf the king," said the headman.

"The horses are fresh, and we can ride far, and the nights are warm if we must lie out." "We will speak of that outside the town," I answered.

"To horse at once, and silently, or they will take warning and bring more men." They ran out, leaving a dozen with me.

Edric's men were yet in the street, and now they drew near the door, listening as I thought.
"How shall you escape ?" I said to the goldsmith.
"Out of the back way, lord, and up the meadows to the ford if the ferryman is asleep.