The Danes pressed on to reach the man you had down." "It was Egil," I said.

"I am not hurt--are you touched ?" And he was not, but it was our good mail that had saved us both.
There would be work for the armourer by and by before we could wear it again, for after Egil had fallen I had been beside the king, and there was no lack of blows before the time had come when our charge ended the matter.

Only three of his six shield men and two of mine were left.
But Prat was slain, and many another good warrior lay dead where our line had been.
Now when I looked for Egil he was gone.

The two spearmen lay where I thought he had been, and I looked to find him slain also.

So I asked the men round me, and at last found one who had seen him dragged up by the rush that bore us back.