"I saw him lift his brows when the queen filled his horn with it awhile ago.

But he has kept to it ever since." I did not heed this much, but there was more in it than one would think.

What the drinking of that potent wine might lead to was to be seen.

I hold that Offa was not himself thereafter, though none might say that he was aught but as a king should be--not, like the housecarls at the end of the hail, careless of how the unwonted plenty of that feast blinded them and stole their wits.
Presently, indeed, the noise and heat of the hall irked me, and I found my way out.

It was a broad moonlight night, and the shadows were long across the courtyard.