It was not my comrade's way to leave for other folk aught that was worth having.
At once the Dane knew what had happened, and he swung his horse round and spurred it fiercely, making for flight.

Then Harek looked at me and touched his sword hilt, and I nodded.

It was well to let no tidings of our knowledge go back to the host.

After the Dane therefore went Harek, and I looked at Osmund.
"Jarl," I said, "I am in a strait here.

If you go back, your life is in Alfred's hands." "I know it," he said, smiling faintly.