It was an English sword.
Now I thought that I could walk again, and stood up and made a step or two, painfully enough, in truth, but in such wise that I should soon do better.

And then over the brow of the hill the Danes began to come.

They had circled round and I had not noted them, and came on us from the other side.

They were searching among the slain for their comrades.
Half a dozen of them came towards Thrand and me, and I suppose that they would have slain me.

But my man was ready for them, and took the sword from me quickly.
"Will the king suffer us to keep captives ?" he said.
"Aye," one answered, in some Jutland speech that was new to me, though one could understand it well enough, "there is word that we are to take any chiefs alive--but that is a new word to us.