"Olaf the king, and Ulfkytel of East Anglia, and Edric Streone, my foster father." Then Olaf looked in the face of Eadmund, as it seemed to me in surprise, and made no answer.
"Are we not equal then ?" asked the atheling.
"I have heard that Edric Streone is on the Danish side," said Olaf.
"Cannot Utred of Northumbria be trusted ?" "Edric has but sought rest, from need," answered Eadmund.

"I know not what else he could do at last.

He will join us again as soon as we land.

So also will Utred." "Then we are equal," said the king, while a cloud seemed to pass from his face, for Streone led all Mercia, and were he in truth on our side things would go well.

It was no very secret talk among some of us that Edric the earl had made peace sooner than might have been, but that angered Eadmund and the king sorely if so much were even hinted.
"Then you will indeed help us ?" said Eadmund, for Olaf had accepted the place he had named for him as it were.
"I have a debt to England that I can never repay," answered the king gravely.