Hardly could I think myself the same as the careless boy who had watched his father ride away to the war.

Indeed, I know that I changed less in the ten years that came after this than in the four that had gone by since that day.

For in those four years I had become the hardened warrior of many defeats and but this one victory.
Now when we reached Coggeshall village, word came to us that the Danes were gathering in force in Colchester, and that they expected Olaf to besiege them there.
"I will waste no time under Colchester walls," he said, "but will strike inland a little; then they will come out and give us battle in the open to stay our march." By this time the loyal freemen of Essex had gathered to Ulfkytel in good force, and Olaf thought it would be well that he should march along the road that leads from Coggeshall to Dunmow and take that town, which is strong, so that the Danish forces should not join against us.
Therefore he left us, and would go northwards from Dunmow, taking the towns from thence to Thetford and Norwich, and he should go to Ipswich and maybe to Dunwich after this.

So would all East Anglia submit.

And all went well with Ulfkytel until the time came when he must turn back in haste, as I must tell presently.
Now, after he was gone, Olaf thought that it would be well to cross the Colne and Stour rivers, and so cut off the Sudbury Danes from Colchester if it might be done.
"Then there is no better place than my own," said I, "for the road on either side of the Stour can be guarded at Bures, and I know all the country well." That pleased Olaf, and he said that we would take up some strong position there, and so wait to draw the Danes into the open, where he thought that one battle would do all for us.
Thus I came hack to the home that I loved and longed to see again.
And when we came in the early morning to the place where the great mound of the Icenian queen towers above its woods I know not how my heart was stirred.