of our own homes, and having done so, shall we falter to pick them up?  We were on our way to regain them by fighting, we were zealous to win them back by our blood:  shall we shun them when they are restored unasked?  Shall we hesitate to claim our own?  Which is the greater coward, he who squanders his winnings, or he who is fearful to pick up what is squandered?  Look how chance has restored what compulsion took!  These are, not spoils from the enemy, but from ourselves; the Dane took gold from Britain, he brought none.  Beaten and loth we lost it; it comes back for nothing, and shall we run away from it?  Such a gift of fortune it were a shame to take in an unworthy spirit.  For what were madder than to spurn wealth that is set openly before us, and to desire it when it is shut up and kept from us?  Shall we squeamishly yield what is set under our eyes, and clutch at it when it vanishes?  Shall we seek distant and foreign treasure, refraining from what is made public property?  If we disown what is ours, when shall we despoil the goods of others?  No anger of heaven can I experience which can force me to unload of its lawful burden the lap which is filled with my father’s and my grandsire’s gold.  I know the wantonness of the Danes:  never would they have left jars full of wine had not fear forced them to flee.  They would rather have sacrificed their life than their liquor.  This passion we share with them, and herein we are like them.  Grant that their flight is feigned; yet they will light upon the Scots ere they can come back.  This gold shall never rust in the country, to be trodden underfoot of swine or brutes:  it will better serve the use of men.  Besides, if we plunder the spoil of the army that prevailed over us, we transfer the luck of the conqueror to ourselves.  For what surer omen of triumph could be got, than to bear off the booty before the battle, and to capture ere the fray the camp which the enemy have forsaken?  Better conquer by fear than by steel.”

The knight had scarce ended, when behold; the hands of all were loosed upon the booty and everywhere plucked up the shining treasure.  There you might have marvelled at their disposition of filthy greed, and watched a portentous spectacle of avarice.  You could have seen gold and grass clutched up together; the birth of domestic discord; fellow-countrymen in deadly combat, heedless of the foe; neglect of the bonds of comradeship and of reverence for ties; greed the object of all minds, and friendship of none.

Meantime Frode traversed in a great march the forest which separates Scotland and Britain, and bade his soldiers arm.  When the Scots beheld his line, and saw that they had only a supply of light javelins, while the Danes were furnished with a more excellent style of armour, they forestalled the battle by flight.  Frode pursued them but a little way, fearing a sally of the British, and on returning met Scot, the husband of Ulfhild, with a great army; he had been brought