Hubba bid us yield, and our lives should be spared.
"It is good of Hubba to give us the chance of living a little longer," answered Odda; "but we will wait here a while, so please him." The Danes threatened us, and mocked, and so went back.

We had no more messages from their chief after that.
That night we slept round the standard where it flapped on the hilltop.

The men watched, turn by turn, along the lower ramparts; and the Danes were not so near that we could be surprised by them, for there was no cover to hide their coming.

Nestled under the northwest rampart was a little hut--some shepherd's shelter where the three poor ladies were bestowed.

Osmund the jarl sat a little apart from us, but all day and night he had been tending the wounded well.