What shall I do with him ?" "Cnut wants to see all captives.

Take him to the fort whence we came." He passed on, and Thrand said: "Master, if you can find Egil all may be well, Let us go." That was all that I could do.

Egil or Godwine might befriend me.
Godwine surely would, but I knew not if his word would go for anything.
Aye, but that was an awesome walk across the upland, where the flower of England lay dead.

I knew not what had befallen us fully until I went slowly over Ashingdon hill.

All the best blood of England was spilt there; and I knew, as we passed the wide ring of heaped corpses where our stand had been longest, that the hopes of Eadmund had come to nought, and that the shadow of Streone lay black across his life.
We came to the further slope of the hill, and were going down, and through the tears of rage and grief that filled my eyes I saw a few horsemen breasting the slope towards us, and one of them was Edric Streone the traitor himself; and when I saw him I felt as a man who lights suddenly on a viper, and I shuddered, for the sight of him was loathsome to me, and Thrand ground his teeth.
Streone's eyes fell on us, and he turned his horse to meet us.