But he was far beyond my reach, nor could I tell where he might be.

He had gone across the gray rim of the sea, and no track was there for me to follow.
The evening fell, and still I sat there, and Thrand of Colchester came to seek me--I know not what he feared for me if I grew lonely on Ashingdon hill now that all seemed lost.
"Master, come back to the ships," he said.

"It is ill biding here after sunset.

The slain are unquiet by reason of Streone's deeds." "They will not harm me, Thrand," I answered.

"I would I lay here with them even now.