No king had we to follow the martyr.

Ethelred had left us alone, and already in the hearts of men grew up the thought that the strong hand of the Dane meant peace.
In the house of good old Ingild, my second father, as he would have me hold him, was rest at last.

And there I found all whom I held dear gathered to meet me on the night when I came, for they had fled by ship, as they had hoped, and had reached London safely..