I went to him, and got my arm round him; and again the men cheered, and little by little the colour came back to his face.
"I thought you slain outright," I said; "are you much hurt ?" "I cannot tell," he said.

"I believe I am sound in limb, but my wind is gone.

It is ill for a stout man to have mail-clad Danes hurled on him by heavy-handed vikings." So he said, gasping, but trying to laugh.

And, indeed, he was unwounded, save for a cut or two, and he still grasped his red spear in his right hand.
Now I looked on our men, and saw that we might not bide for another fight.

Already some whom the wild joy of battle had kept strong in spite of wounds were falling among their comrades, and it seemed to me that wounds were being bound up everywhere.
But there was a token of victory that made these seem as nothing.
In the midst of all Heregar stood with the Dragon banner, and by his side his son-in-law, Turkil the thane of Watchet, bore the captured "Raven." Harek the scald looked at it once, and then went to its heavy folds, and scanned carefully the runes that were thereon.
"Ho, comrades!" he cried joyfully, "here is a winning that will be sung of long after our names are forgotten.