Know you what he did when the Swedes blocked us into a lake some years ago ?" "I have not heard," I said.
"Why, seeing that we might not go out by the way in which we came, Olaf made us dig a new channel, and we went out by that, laughing.
We all had to dig for our lives, grumbling, but we got away." Now Olaf looked up and saw us, and his face was bright again.
"I am going to see Ethelred," he said, "for I think that I can take the bridge." A boat shot alongside even as he spoke, and a thane came to bid Olaf to a council of the leaders on Ethelred's ship.

So Olaf went with him, and was long away.

The tide was almost low, and darkness had fallen before he came back in high spirits.
"Ethelred was sorely downcast, even to weeping," he told us, "and so had almost given up hope of taking London.

He thought of sailing away and landing elsewhere.

Then I said that I would take the bridge tomorrow if I had help in what I needed tonight." Then he looked round on us, and what he saw in our faces made him laugh a little.
"It seems to me that you are over fearful of stone throwing after the Danish sort," he said.