If you had stood and stared for a moment instead of spurring your horse, I should have had a flint spear among my ribs.

They ache at the thought thereof even now.

Tell me your names at least." "Wilfrid, son of the thane of Frome, in Somerset," I said.

"I have served with King Carl for some years, and am here with his messages on my way home.

My comrade is Werbode of old Saxony, one of the messengers also.