Helm and shield and axe too were there.
He was as one of the heroes, of whom Ottar sang, in his way to me.
Then I grew light hearted in that strange way that comes after long strain of fearing the worst, when the worst is known and it is not so terrible after all.

I had no fear for the queen, and I was free, and going to Godwine and his father who were my friends.

Also I should see Penhurst and Relf again, most likely.
Now when that memory came to me, suddenly I thought that I must see Sexberga.

And it was strange to me that I had no pleasure in that thought.

Most of all I hoped that Olaf would put in at Pevensea on his way to Normandy.