I heard the saddletree snap as it did so.
"Hold your peace, master," said Erling to me, before I could speak; "leave this to us." I looked at the Dane in wonder, and saw his face white with wrath, while Sighard was plainly in a towering rage.

The Mercian thane was looking puzzled, but well-nigh as angry, and the foresters were silently helping up their leader, or seeing to the horse, which did not rise.
"A foul stroke, Master Gymbert," said Sighard, going up to the marshal; "a foul spear as ever was! Had it not been for his man yonder, you had fairly spitted my friend the paladin.

Ken you that ?" "How was I to know that he was going to run in ?" said Gymbert, trying to bluster.

"He crossed my horse, and it is his own fault if he was in the way of the spear." "One would think that you had no knowledge of woodcraft," said Sighard, with high disdain.

"Heard one ever of a mounted man coming in on a boar while a spear on foot was before him?
Man, one needs eyes in the back of one's head if you are about." Then he turned to the Mercian thane.
"Is this the way of Gymbert as a rule?
or has he only been suffered to come out today ?" "A man gets careless at these times," answered the thane.