"Nor might we bring him from the place where he fell.
For the Danes swept us from the field at the last like dead leaves in the wind, and there was nought left us but to fly.

Two long hours we fought first, and then came flight.

They say one man began it.

I know not; but it was no man of ours.

Now the Danes are marching hitherwards to Colchester." "What of Osgod of Wormingford ?" I asked.
"He lies beside our lord.