Gymbert passed word along our line to halt, and cease from shooting.
"About time, too," growled Erling as we pulled up.
Then we dismounted, and the foresters closed up and went forward.
One of the head men left two couple of hounds and some men with me, saying that if I could not see the sport at the nets I might have a boar back, and could maybe bring him to bay here, unless the hounds were wanted.

I thought that they would be, for there were sounds of wild baying from the midst of the line, forward where the kings were, and now and then howls told me that some more bold hound had dashed in on a boar at bay and had met the tusk.

I would that I could see some of that sport, but there was no chance of it.
However, my turn came before long.

Sighard joined me, leading his horse; and another thane, a Mercian, came up also.

They had been to right and left of me in the line, and had seen the hounds left with me.