They swore strange oaths, they caught their feet among the rocks, and rolled upon their faces.
In their confusion three of them were pushed into the water, where two sank in the mud and were drowned, the third only dragging himself ashore, while the rest made good their escape from the causeway.

But two had been cut down, and three had fallen, for whom there was no escape.

They strove to rise and fight, but the linen masks flapped about their eyes, so that their blows went wide, while the long swords of the brothers smote and smote again upon their helms and harness as the hammers of smiths smite upon an anvil, until they rolled over silent and stirless.
"Back!" said Godwin; "for here the road is wide; and they will get behind us." So back they moved slowly, with their faces to the foe, stopping just in front of the first man whom Godwin had seemed to kill, and who lay face upwards with arms outstretched.
"So far we have done well," said Wulf, with a short laugh.

"Are you hurt ?" "Nay," answered his brother, "but do not boast till the battle is over, for many are left and they will come on thus no more.

Pray God they have no spears or bows." Then he turned and looked behind him, and there, far from the shore now, swam the grey horse steadily, and there upon its back sat Rosamund.