He, Algar, Toley, and myself were the last four to resist.

Back to back we stood, and many were the Danes who fell before our blows.

Toley fell first and then Algar.

The Danes closed closer around us.

Still we fought on, till your father was beaten to his knee, and then he cried to me, 'Fly, Egbert, to my son.' Then I flung myself upon the Danes like a wild boar upon the dogs, and with the suddenness of my rush and the heavy blows of my battle-axe cut a way for myself through them.