Already it was plain that Heidrek meant fighting, if he could make no gain of these ships elsewise, for we could see that his men had hung the war boards--the shields--along the gunwales.

He would see the same here directly, and make up his mind either to fight or fly.

As we armed ourselves, Bertric and I had some thoughts that he might choose the latter.
Now, I would not have it thought that I had forgotten Fergus, who had spent himself so bravely for us.

The two English chaplains and Phelim were caring for him forward, and I had seen that he was himself again, so far as coming to his senses is concerned.

Now we went and spoke to him, with all thanks for his help.
He smiled and shook his head.
"The flesh is very weak," he answered.