I had some trouble in getting away, but at last I seemed to wax hoarse, and so made as if I would go to Bridgwater, and left them, promising to come again.

Ay, and I will keep my promise," he said; "but as Harek's heathen songs say, it is the sword's mass that I will sing to them." Then his eyes glowed, and he was silent, and I wondered at the courage and resource in the slight figure that was before me.
"All goes well, and the plan is good," he went on directly.

"They look for some easily-beaten attack from this side of the Parret, and at the first sign thereof will leave Edington height for the level ground below, as they did when Hubba came.

Then when they turn, on Edington hill will be our levy suddenly--a levy of which they have not dreamed.

And there will be the greatest fight that England has seen yet, and after that there will be a Saxon overlord of England against whom none will dare rise." "May it be so, my king," I answered.
"It will be so," he said.