But I have told what I saw, and think that it should not be forgotten, for it was a great deed.

Men sing the song that Ottar the scald wrote thereon in Olaf's Norway, and I think that they will sing it for many an age to come.
We have forgotten that song; but the first time he sang it was at the great feast in the wide hall of the London merchants' guild that night, and sorely did the few Danish lords, who sat as captives among us unwillingly enough, scowl as they listened.

But our folk held their breath lest they should lose aught of either voice or words of the singer, for they had never heard his like before, and this is part of what he sang {5}: "Bold in the battle Bravest in sword play! Thou wert the breaker Of London's broad bridge.
Wild waxed the warfare When thou gold wonnest Where the shields splintered 'Neath the stones' crashing-- When the war byrnies broke Beaten beneath them.
"Thine was the strong arm That Ethelred sought for; Back to his lost land Thou the king leddest.
Then was the war storm Waged when thou earnest Safe to his high seat Leading that king's son, Throned by thy help On the throne of his fathers." He ended, and our warriors rose and cheered both hero and singer, and when the noise ceased Ethelred gave Ottar his own bracelet; but to Olaf he gave his hand, and there in the presence of all the company thanked him for what he had wrought, giving more praise to him than Ottar had sung.
Then sang the English gleemen of the deeds of Eadmund the Atheling, and all were well pleased.

Now those songs have bided in our minds while Ottar's song is forgotten, and maybe that is but natural.

But Olaf was my kinsman and very dear to me, and I am jealous for his fame..