The good Ivo was overseas, busy on the Brittany marches, and there was no ruler in Fenland.
"You he will spare," Aelward told his sister's husband.

"He does not war with you new-comers.

But us of the old stock he claims as his prey.

How say you, Frenchman?
Will you reason with him?
Hereaways we are peaceful folk, and would fain get on with our harvest." "I will reason with him," said Jehan, "and by the only logic that such carrion understands.

I am by your side, brother.