"What is it?
The king gone, with us sitting here at his door, forsooth!" "No jest, thane, but the truth," I said, taking the tall wax torch which was on the table before them.

"Come." Then they leaped up and followed me into the bedchamber, and stood staring as we had stared.

It was plain that they knew as little as ourselves.
"He has passed into the guest hall," said one of the Mercians, looking round him wildly enough.
But that was not possible, for the door was in the outer room whence we had come, and it was barred on both sides.
"We are disgraced," said another, groaning.

"Our charge has been made away with, and how we cannot tell.

We shall pay for this with our lives." Then Sighard said, "He cannot be far off.