I caught the other, and so we looked at each other.
"This is your luck, master," said Kolgrim.
"Well," said I, "these are Danes, and I do not think they are wanderers either.

Here are forage bags behind the saddles.

One would say that they were on the march if this were not mid-winter and time of peace.

The horsemen in advance of a host, or the like." Then Kolgrim said: "Where has the other man gone?
I had forgotten him for the moment." "Bide here and see if any poor farm folk are yet alive," I said.

"I will ride after him." So I gave the horse I was holding to my comrade, and went back quickly down the lane to where Osmund and the other two were.