Then I must speak.
"Greeting to the earl," I said, and my voice sounded strange.
But he made no answer, save that he looked me in the face and smiled at me gravely and sweetly, and sheathed the sword he held, folding his arms thereafter as one whose work is done.

And while one might count a score, I saw him, plainly as in life, and then he was gone.
Wherefore I thought that our own earl was not wroth with me for what I would do; and after that my mind was at rest, and ready to take what peace might come to me at the hands of Cnut the king.
"We have seen the earl," Thrand said, when he was gone.
"Aye.

He tells us that the war is at an end, and that, in truth, Cnut is king in East Anglia." "It is well," Thrand answered simply.

"Dane were my fathers, and Danish is my name and that of Guthorm my brother.

If Cnut lets us keep our old customs and governs with justice, it is all we need." There was spoken the word of all Anglia, whether of the north or south folk, and I knew it.