"It is in my mind that, unless a Flemish arrow ends you, Wessex will have to choose between you and Bertric presently." Then he told us where he had last heard of the Frankish king, which was somewhere on the eastern Rhine border.

And at last, being taken with the fearless way of the young atheling, said that if he would, he himself would see him as far on his way as the Rhine mouth.

And in the end Ecgbert closed with the offer, and left the Frankish ship accordingly.
Thorleif's men had sought every corner of her by that time, and had some store of silver money to show for their long chase, and were satisfied.

As for the shipmen of their prize, I think they were well enough content to be let go in peace, and had little to say on the matter.

Ecgbert was for giving them the gold ring which he had promised them as passage money, that being the only thing of value he had beyond his weapons; but Thorleif would not suffer him to do so, saying that his Danes would but take it from them straightway.
So the great trader lumbered off southward, and I and the atheling sat with Thrond and Thorleif, and told and heard all the story of the raid on Weymouth until the stars came out.