And so he had escaped.
"That is the chance of war," said Olaf, "but you could not have slain him with honour." "Nevertheless," said Ottar, "Redwald has a sure token there that he overcame him," and he pointed to my sword.
"It is my father's sword," I said.

"It has come back to me, even as you said it would." "They have not said too much of sword Foe's Bane," Ottar answered.
"For I have seen you use it--and I think that Hneitir is hardly more handsome." Now came that which is the most terrible part of a battle, even for the victors, and that is the calling of the roll.

And sad enough were we when that was done, for the loss was heavy.

Yet what the loss was to the Danes I cannot say, for our men chased them till there were no two left together to make a stand among those who had not found safety in the woods that fringe the heath.
Then we bore back our wounded--and they were many--to Bures, and it was noonday when we reached there.

But there was no rest for Olaf yet, for Colchester must be barred against the Danes.
He and I therefore took a hundred of our men, mounting them on the freshest of the horses, and covered the nine miles between us and the town as quickly as we might.