The thane had got it home in his flank as he gored the horse, but to little effect.

Then the boar had taken to the thickets, and there the foresters had slain him.
Gymbert sent a man for a fresh horse, and so rode away without another word to us.

The noise from the nets went on, shifting across the little valley as the kings went from place to place in search of fresh game at the barrier.
"Well," said Sighard, looking after Gymbert as he went, "if yon thane had it in his mind to spear you, or to ride over you, or anywise to send you on the tusks of the boar, he went the right way to work.

He rode straight at you from behind, as if he meant it." "But for his man here the paladin had gone home on a litter, feet foremost, for certain," said the Mercian.

"I do not know what came to Gymbert, for he knows more of woodcraft than most of us.