"There is none so great difference between you and us, and we Danes love to be at peace if we may.

I think there will be no more trouble here.

And, anyway, we are too wise to hinder a harvesting of that we may eat." So too thought I, and my heart was less sad after that ride, though there was not one place left unburnt of all that we saw.
When we came to Hoxne I told the two monks where we had bestowed the king's body, bidding them look to see if it was not disturbed.
And they said that his bones were safely there.
Now we must seek for the head of the king, and in that Rand could not help us, for one had ridden away with it while he was taken up with me and my plight.
So we went towards that place where the dog had taken us, and searched long, until I, being weak, must get from off the pony and rest.

I would ride back to the place where the king had been slain and sit there awhile; but first, knowing that Vig remembered things well, I sent him from me, bidding him search also, hoping that he would not forget his last quest in this place.

Yet what we most feared was that the forest beasts had made our search vain.
There were many men from the village with us now, for they had followed the two monks, and they spread about over the wood far and wide, searching, while I sat at the foot of the oak tree to which the king had been bound, leaning my arms and head against the trunk that had been stained with his blood, and thinking and praying, as well I might in that sacred place.
I moved my hand, and felt something sticking from the hard bark and looked to see what it was.