There were several chiefs round him also, and one was Ulf.

But I saw not Godwine, for he would not fight on that day against his own kin.
There, too, was another chief--he was Eirik the jarl, though I knew it not then; and he looked ever to our right, as if waiting for somewhat.

And when I saw that I looked also, but there was nought that I could see.

Our whole line was fighting well, and this first attack had brought no faltering on either side.
Then said Eadmund to me: "Let us make a dash for my stepfather yonder," pointing to Cnut--and even as he said it the brave bishop on his left threw up his arms and fell from his horse, smitten in the face with a javelin, and Eadmund leapt down to help him.
As he did so I heard a shout raised that he was slain.
Then was a roar from our right like nothing that I had ever heard--I pray that none may ever hear the like again--and I turned and looked to see what was on hand, and I saw the Mercians going backward, and Streone's horse was heading away from the Danes; and then the men of the Five Boroughs howled and fell on Dane and Mercian alike, cursing and smiting like madmen.
And I saw my two men leap up among the press and smite over the heads of those around them at Streone, and they were smitten down--they had not touched him.
That was all in a moment, and I called to the king, and he rose up and leapt on his horse and looked.

And as he did so the Mercians, Streone's men, wheeled round and fell on our flank, fighting for the Danes, and the Danish line swept the Stamford men from before them and joined the Mercians; and I heard a great sob rise in Eadmund's throat, and he called to me, and charged among the traitor's men to reach him if he might.