"He knows me not, and I shall wait for another chance.

The Danes think me a Mercian, and so I bide with you.

Can you fly now, master ?" I tried to rise, but I was weak and shaken, and sank down again.

I was not fit for walking even yet.
"I must wait," I said.
"There are stray horses enough down yonder," Thrand said, looking over the meadows below us.

"I will go and catch one.