And as in a dream I heard him speak of care for me to the widow and her two sons to whom the farm belonged, and whom his men had taken unawares, so that they had not time to fly.
Presently came the best leech from Ingvar's host and tended me carefully; and I needed it, for besides the spear wound, my right thigh was broken, by the trampling of the horse, as was most likely.
Thereafter I lay for many weeks, as they told me presently, sick and nigh to death; but being young and strong and no high liver at any time, I came through the danger well enough, and began to mend slowly.

Yet my sickness, when I could begin to think, was more of mind than body, and that kept me back.

For long did it lie heavily on my mind that I should have died with the king, and it was that sorrow and blame of myself that went sorely against me.

But after a time the love of life came back to me again, and I began to see things as they really were, untouched by a sick man's fancies.

And then the words of the good Prior of Bosham helped me, teaching me that my life was surely spared for somewhat.
These good folk of the farm tended me most kindly, for they knew me by sight as a close friend of both king and bishop, and for their sakes were glad to do all they might for me.