Then I went to my own chamber, sliding back its door and speaking to Erling at the same time, so that I had my head a little turned aside.  Whereby, before I had time to hear more than a sudden scuffle within the dark chamber, out of it leaped a man upon me, sending me spinning against the opposite wall with a blow on the chest which took the breath from me for the moment, and then smiting Erling with a sort of back-handed blow as he passed him; but the Dane saw him in time, and set out his foot, and the man fell headlong over it.  His head struck the doorpost with a great thud, and there he lay motionless, while something flew from his hand across the floor, rattling as it went.  It was the hilt of a knife of some sort.

Erling shut the outer door in haste, and then helped me to rise, asking me if I were hurt.

“No,” I answered.  “Ho, but what is that?”

Out of my tunic as I straightened myself there fell a gleaming blade, and I picked it up.  It was half of a Welsh knife, keen and pointed, which had broken on my mail shirt, leaving only a long slit in my tunic, and maybe a black bruise to come presently on the skin where the dint fell.

“I owe life to you, Erling,” I said.  “And I laughed at the thought of wearing the mail, and well-nigh did not put it on.  But he smote you; has he harmed you?”

“The mail saved me also,” he said, “for the knife broke on it; otherwise—­No, master, I am not hurt; not so much as a cut tunic.  I wonder if there are more of this sort in these dens?”

I drew my sword, and we looked cautiously into the chamber, and then into Sighard’s, but there was no one there.  This man had been alone, and he had fared badly.  He lay yet as he had fallen, breathing heavily.

“This means that Quendritha is after us,” said Erling.  “Our old saw is true enough when it says, ’Look to the door or ever you pass it;’ and that we shall have to do for a while.  Now I have a mind to tie this man up for a day or two; we have a spare chamber for him.”

“Do so,” I said.  “Then we will pass out through the church, and Quendritha will think that he waits us here yet, and we shall be the safer.”

So we bound him and set him, still senseless, in the empty chamber of Sighard, making fast the door with the broken dagger so that, even if presently the man worked his bonds loose, he could not get to Quendritha to say that he had failed.  Then I made Erling don a buff coat of Sighard’s, good enough to turn most blows.  He might need it if this went on.

“It is in my mind,” said I when this was done, “that a crowd is the safest place for us just now.  Let us go and see how matters fare at the stables.  It is time that the horses came back from the water.”

We passed through the church and went stable-wards, among all the idle and half-terrified thralls and servants; and when we came to the long stables with their scores of stalls, there was talk and wonderment enough among the grooms.  Gymbert was nowhere to be found, and the other thane, who took his place and gave the orders when he was busy, had gone out with his horses, and had fled with the Anglians, it was said.  None seemed surprised that they should have gone hastily, but the going of the king’s horse thane was a wonder.