Keep your wrath for those who are not yet named.

It is true that Ethelbert has been slain this night; but he does not lie here." The king went back a pace from me and paled suddenly.

I did not know what he might do next, for I could not tell that this was but certainty to him of that which he had reason to fear.

But he kept a tight rein on himself, and in a moment spoke to me clearly, if in low tones.
"You are Carl's messenger to Ethelbert, and therefore trusted by him.

You have no need to keep aught from me, nor do you fear me, as it seems.