The messenger would have to wait till morning, and could but give his message.

I could reason with the Atheling, while this messenger would fall into Streone's hands.

And that I knew now was the worst that could befall.
"Give the man a fresh horse," I said.

"I must go back with him." "Not so, lord," the men said.

"You will be waylaid." "I think my luck will serve me," I answered.