She seemed well-nigh as young as the stately and pale Etheldrida, her daughter.
After that she and the other ladies left the hall after the custom, and we sat on telling tales and listening to the gleemen and harpers, and taking each our turn in singing.

The East Anglian thanes had a way of singing together which was new to me and pleased me well.

The hall grew hot and full of the smoke from the pine-knot torches before the kings rose up to go.

By that time, too, the foresters seemed to be singing against one another, and the noise grew great with their mirth.
I rose and followed Ethelbert as I had been bidden, and passed into the council chamber, where Offa and his guest parted for the night, each going his own way.

I thought Offa seemed heavy and moody, but in every wise friendly.