There is a ring of slain round them.

I would I were there also," the warrior answered.
"Then were there one less to care for our helpless ones," I said.
"All are preparing for flight at Bures.

Come with me to Wormingford, and we will warn them.

There is work to do for us who are left." "Aye, master, that is right," he said; "we may fight again and wipe out this business." Then the other man, who belonged to Sudbury, five miles beyond us, bade us farewell, and so rode on with his tale of terror, and Edred followed me across the ford to Osgod's house, which was but a mile from where we met.

He told me that Grinkel had found a fresh horse in Stoke village, and so had outstripped him.
Many thralls stood at the gate of Osgod's courtyard as we came there, and they were staring at the beacon fires around us, and listening to the wild bells that rang so strangely.