I had been an hour or two thus, as it would seem, for now the Danish host was gone, and only a few men sought for friends on that hillside, as Thrand had sought for me.

My horse was dead, slain by the spear thrust that made him rear.

It was that one which Earl Wulfnoth gave me when I left him.
"I shall be myself again directly," I said.

"How has it all ended?
I thought I saw you slain." "The Danes are chasing our men towards yon village," he said grimly pointing towards Hockley.

"They will not catch the king, however.
They smote me badly enough when I tried to be revenged on Streone, and they slew Guthorm; but they only stunned me." "Go hence before Streone catches you," said I.
"Not I," said Thrand.