So there was an end, and though many of us were wounded, we lost there but three men, for there were ale casks lying about, and the pirates fought ill.
Now we stood among the dead and looked in one another's faces.
There were no Danes among the Jomsburgers, and they had, as it seemed, found the place empty.

Then I thought: "Those men who fell at the gate should be honoured, for they have fought and died to give time for flight to the rest." And I called Cyneward to me, and we went through the house from end to end.

Everywhere had been the pirates, rifling and spoiling in haste, so that the hangings were falling from the walls, and rich stuffs torn from chests and closets strewed the floors of Osritha's bower.

But we found no one.
Then said Cyneward: "They are safe--fled under cover of the fog." But now broke out a noise of fighting in the streets, and we went thither in haste.

Some twenty Jomsburgers had sallied from a house, and were fighting their way to the ships, for now one could see well enough.