How that you should hang Streone." "Aye, I mind it.

But the man is deserted by his new friends.

They have gone." Almost had Eadmund quarrelled with Olaf on that saying.
"Put him in ward, my king, at least," I urged, and Ulfkytel, who had come with us from London, prayed him also to do so.
But Eadmund's fate was on him, and he received his foster father kindly, and forgave him, and thought that all would be well.
Now with Ulfkytel came my Colchester men, or rather the thirty who were left, And those two brothers, Thrand and Guthorm, who had ridden to Stamford with me were there also.

These two came to me that evening when I was alone, and said that they had a plan they would carry out if I gave the word.

And it was nothing more or less than that they would fall on Edric Streone and slay him when and where they met him.
I would that they had not asked me, but had wrought the deed on their own account.