One asked the other who he was?
He said, 'I am a nobleman, GODFREY by name, the son of GILBERT DE L'AIGLE.

And you ?' said he.

'I am BEROLD, a poor butcher of Rouen,' was the answer.

Then, they said together, 'Lord be merciful to us both!' and tried to encourage one another, as they drifted in the cold benumbing sea on that unfortunate November night.
By-and-by, another man came swimming towards them, whom they knew, when he pushed aside his long wet hair, to be Fitz-Stephen.

'Where is the Prince ?' said he.