"You Danes are all one in the matter." "Now I am not the man to harm you, nor would any of our folk," he said.

"Some of our courtmen found you here, and brought me." "Slay me and have done," I muttered; for that was all I would have him do.
"That will I not, Wulfric," he answered; and he called to some men who were busy about the walls of the church.
The smoke rose thickly from within them, for the burnt roof had fallen in.
"Take this warrior and bind his wound," he said.

"It is Wulfric of Reedham, our friend." The faintness came over me again when the men raised me, though they tended me gently enough, and I could say naught, though I would rather they had cast me into the burning timbers of the church, even as I had bidden men do with that poor churl at Hoxne, that my ashes might be with those of our bishop.
So they bore me far, and at last left me in a farm where they promised all should be safe if they tended me well.

And Hubba rode with them, and came to bid me farewell.

But I could not speak to him if I would, so he went away sadly.