I minded what my father taught me since I could learn.
"Here is your duty, son Wilfrid.

First to God; then to the king; then to the atheling, the king's son, and then to father and mother; then to the shire reeve and the ealdorman, if so be that they are loyal; and then to helpless woman and friendless poor man.
But to the weak first of all, against whomsoever will wrong them, whether it be the king or myself." "Where will you go, atheling ?" I asked, speaking low, for I had many things warring in my mind.
"I cannot tell yet.

I am an outcast." Then I knelt on the deck before him and made him take my hands between his own, and I said to him, while he tried to prevent me: "Whither you go I follow, to be your man in good or ill.

Little use I am, but some I may be; and at least the atheling of Wessex shall not say that none would follow him." "Wilfrid," he cried, "I cannot suffer you to leave all for me." Then said Thorleif, who had been watching us in silence: "Take him, prince, for you will need him.

He has kept faith with us, though he might have escaped easily enough, because he thought his word withheld him.