As for your question, we are hungry Danes who are looking for victuals.

It is our custom to go armed in a strange land, that we may protect our ships at the least." "Trouble not for your ships, for none will harm them," Beaduheard said, seeming to be somewhat pacified by the quiet way of the chief.

"Set down your arms, and render up yourself and the other ship captains, and the theft of the cattle and damage here shall be compounded for at Dorchester." Then Thorleif turned to his men and said: "You hear what the sheriff says; what is the answer ?" That came in a crash and rattle of weapons on round shields that rang over the bay, and sent the staring cattle headlong from where they had been left at the wharf end, tail in air, down the beach.
There was no doubting what that meant, and Beaduheard, brave man as he was, if foolish, recoiled.

His men were already edging out of the wide space toward the homeward track, and he glanced at them and saw it.
At that he seemed to form some sudden resolve; and calling to them, he rode straight at Thorleif and griped him by the collar of his mail shirt, crying that he arrested him in the name of Bertric the king.

Thorleif never struggled, but twisted himself round strongly, and hauled the sheriff off his horse in a moment, and the two rolled over and over on the ground, wrestling fiercely.