Yet Stert fight won us six years of peace, and after that the Earl Ceorle and I led our levies and conquered at Wenbury.

But that was Wulfhere's last fight, for of his wounds he might not recover, though we bore him back and tended him carefully for a month or more.

So he lies in God's Acre at Cannington, and is at rest.
Then came long years of fighting, and ever I bore the banner, and ever Alswythe set me forth most lovingly, with brave words that should bide with me till I came back to her.

And all the time our hall was safe, for beyond Parret the Danes came not again.
And to tell of all those fights were too long, or of how Wislac and Aldhelm would ever fight beside me as of old, and at last Turkil in Aldhelm's place, when that brave thane fell at Wilton, fighting for Alfred the King.
Then were we in Athelney with Alfred, and it was the collier who found us that place of safety.

And thence we went at last to victory again, and now once more the land has rest.
Yet Wislac is with us in Wulfhere's place, for his own land is in Danish hands, and we know not what wars may be yet with them, though we have stood by the king's side when the greatest victory of all was won, and Guthrum the heathen became Athelstan the Christian, and peaceful division of the land was made.
So I and Alswythe grow old here in Cannington, seeing our children grow up around us.