Lastly, after what seemed a very long while, when I was far away, I saw Wulf lift Godwin into the saddle--I knew it must be Godwin, because he set him on the black horse--and the pair of you galloped down the quay and vanished.
"By then I was near the home shore, and the grey grew very weary and sank deep in the water.

But I cheered it on with my voice, and although twice its head went beneath the waves, in the end it found a footing, though a soft one.

After resting awhile, it plunged forward with short rushes through the mud, and so at length came safe to land, where it stood shaking with fear and weariness.

So soon as the horse got its breath again, I pressed on, for I saw them loosing the boat, and came home here as the dark closed in, to meet your uncle watching for me at the gate.
Now, father, do you take up the tale." "There is little more to tell," said Sir Andrew.

"You will remember, nephews, that I was against this ride of Rosamund's to seek flowers, or I know not what, at St.Peter's shrine, nine miles away, but as the maid had set her heart on it, and there are but few pleasures here, why, I let her go with the pair of you for escort.