Pay no heed to me an you will; it is best not." Then he laughed, because I was almost angered with him, and said that maybe fasting with the slaver had made his mind full of forebodings.
"There was a boding in it at one time that the slaver was nigh his death, if so be that I got loose," he said.

"That ended in a whipping for him.

But I would that this Ethelbert had not that thin red line round his neck.

It sets strange thoughts in one's head." I told him to hold his peace, and he did so.

But somewhat that night made me look to see what he meant.