There, too, he was present, and swore to be their faithful king and to protect Holy Church in all things.
Then into Wessex went Eadmund, ravaging and laying waste there.

One might know what hatred of him would come from that, and my heart sank at hearing this folly.
Two days after Godwine came, we saw the sails of a great fleet going westward, and we thought that Cnut had been beaten off from London.

But a ship that had sprung a leak in some way put into Wulfnoth's haven at Shoreham from this fleet, and from thence we learnt that the Danes had halved their forces, and that Cnut and Ulf the jarl were going again into the Severn to withstand Eadmund in Wessex, and if possible to hem him in between two forces in the old way of the days of Alfred.

London was beset straitly, but not taken yet.
I was more content then, for I could not have reached our king, had I returned from Normandy, as it seemed.

And now it was possible that he might make headway against the divided forces of the Danes.
I might join him yet in time to share in some final victory.
So the early summer days at Penhurst became very pleasant to me, for I had little care that need sit heavily on my mind.