The branches flew from the trees along the hillside, and more than one great trunk gave way at last to that onset.

Then all along the coastline grew and widened a white line of flying spindrift that hid the distant gray walls of Pevensea on its low island, and shone like snow against the black dun-edged cloud that came up from out of the sea.
"Hurry, men," shouted Wulfnoth, "or the bridge will be down! Look at the tide!" And that was racing up inland, already foaming through the wooden arches that spanned its course.

I had heard that the tide reached this place a full hour after it began to flow at Pevensea, and even now it was thus, two hours before it should have been at its highest there.
Wulfnoth's men led, and then came the earl, riding beside Spray and the horse which bore the treasure.

Olaf was riding just behind them, and I marched with our crew not ten paces after him.

So we went down the hill, and so we stepped on the causeway, and came to the first timbers of the bridge.