The unexpected blow fell on his left shoulder, and with such force as to render it powerless.

Before he could utter a remonstrance, a second had seized his boar-spear, snapped the handle across his knee, and hurled the fragments from him.

Others then took him by the shoulders and thrust him back across the open space to the camp, where they kicked him and left him, bruised, and almost stupefied with indignation.

His offence was approaching the king's ground with arms in his hands.
Later in the afternoon he found himself sitting on the bank of the stream far below the camp.

He had wandered thither without knowing where he was going or what he was doing.