They had more hurt than we.
Odda pushed to my side, and said to me: "What if we advance towards the hill crest ?" "Slowly, then," I said.
He passed the word, and we began to move, and the Danes tried to stay us.

Then their attack on the rear face of the wedge slackened and ceased, and they got round before us to fight from the higher ground.

At once Odda saw that an attack in line as they wavered thus would do all for us, so he swung his hard Devon levies to right and left on us Norsemen as the centre--maybe there were twenty of us left at that time--and as the wings swung forward with a rolling cheer, the Danes crumbled away before them, and we drove them up the little hill and over the brow, fighting among the half-burnt watch fires and over heaps of plunder, even to where the tall "Raven" drooped from its staff.
Then I saw the mighty Hubba before me; and had I not known it already, one might see defeat written in his face as he looked across to his ships.

His men were back now, and stood on the far shore, helpless.

Then was a cheer from our left, and he looked there, and I looked also.
Out of the fort came our wounded--every one who could put one foot before another--a strange and ghastly crowd of fifty or sixty men who would yet do what they might for England.