That was good hearing, maybe, for Olaf had feared that Streone would have taken them.
But next I found that this marriage was sorely against the king's will, and that he and Eadmund had parted in anger therefore.

I seemed then to see the hand of Streone in this quarrel, for all men knew that he slew the earls to gain the Five Boroughs for his own.
Then I thought that to go so far into Wessex to seek the sick king would be but lost time.

I had better go to Stamford and seek the Atheling, and maybe it would be as well that he was free to act by himself, seeing that need was urgent.

So I lay but one night in London, and then rode away to Stamford along the great Ermin Street, and there I found Eadmund and told him all that Olaf had bidden me.
And when he had heard all, he said: "Let me send for Edric Streone, my foster father, and we will take counsel with him." "Send round the war arrow first, my prince," I urged, "then when the earl comes no time will be lost.

He cannot but counsel you to raise men instantly." "Why," he said, "Cnut can but fall on the east coast.