Odda turned idly at the same time, and he started up.
"Ah!" he said, under his breath, "what is this ?" A tall maiden, mail clad and bearing a broad-bladed spear, stood beside us; and I thought her one of the Valkyrias--Odin's messengers--come to us, to fight for us in some strife to which she would lead us.

I rose too, saluting.
"Skoal to the shield maiden!" I said.
"Skoal to the heroes!" she answered; and then I knew the voice, though, under the helm and in the grey light, the face of the ealdorman's daughter Etheldreda had been strange to me.

And Odda knew also.
"What would you in this guise, my daughter ?" he cried.
"I think that I have come as Ranald thought--as a Valkyria to lead you to battle," she answered, speaking low, that she might not wake the tired warriors around her.

"There is but one thing for us to do, and that is to die sword in hand, rather than to perish for want of food and water here." I know that this had been in my mind, and most likely in Odda's also; but Alfred might come.
"We wait the king," the ealdorman said.
"No use," she answered.

"One may see all the Polden Hills from this place, and tonight there are no fires on Edington height, where we have been wont to see them." Odda groaned.