"My Etheldreda, you are the best captain of us all," he said.
Then suddenly Heregar rose up on his elbow from beside the standard, crying strangely: "Ay, Father Eahlstan--when the tide is low.

Somerset and Dorset side by side.

What say you, father--Somerset and Devon?
Even so." The other sleepers stirred, and the lady turned and looked on the thane, but he slept even yet.
"Heregar dreams of the bishop he loved, and of the great fight they fought yonder and won thirty rears ago," she said {xv}.
"Worn out is the brave thane," said I."Strange dreams come to one when that is so." Then Heregar woke, and saw the maiden, and rose up at her side.
"Dear lady," he asked, "what is this ?" "Ranald thought me a Valkyria, friend; and I come on a Valkyria's errand." "I had a strange dream but now," Heregar said, as if it dwelt in his mind, so that he hardly heeded what Etheldreda answered him.

"I thought that Bishop Eahlstan stood by me as in the old days, and minded me of words that I spoke long ago, words that were taught me by a wise woman, who showed me how to trap the Danes, when the tide left their ships aground, so that they had no retreat.

Then he said, 'Even again at this time shall victory be when the tide is low.' And I said that Somerset and Dorset would fail not at this time.