"What know I of him?
I think it is somewhat good." "He nearly got Emma the queen out of England," Egil had answered.
"I know not if you call that a good deed, lord king." "That is it.

She spoke to me for him, asking me to treat him well if he fell into my hands, because of his faithful service and long-suffering patience on the journey." Then he asked what he could do, but Egil answered that I would bide with him at this time, and hereafter he would mind the king of me again.
"Do so," said Cnut.

"He must be a friend of mine." I could not but think well of the young king for this, but it seemed unlikely that friendly towards him I should ever be.
Nevertheless, the words of the witch of Senlac were coming true.
Then we, safe in the shelter of the river, waited for news: the two kings being in Wessex.

But I could not think it likely that Cnut would give time for a fresh gathering of Wessex men to Eadmund.
Nor did he.

All men know how the two kings met at Olney in the Severn, and how peace was made, after Eadmund had said that he would rather fight out the matter hand to hand to the death.