"Atheling!" cried Wyborga in alarm. And Wulnoth thought to himself—
"So I am right! We have a prince here," for so the word meant in the Saxon.
But the man laughed and said—
"Have no fear, my good mother, for the way this good man advises is the best. 'T is often safer when we wish to hide something to place it where all may see it, and the best disguise may be to appear to desire to be seen. Come, Wanderer, since so you are called, and we will go about our work."
"I am ready," answered Wulnoth. "Farewell, Wyborga, and greet me to my Princess. 'T is for her that I undertake this work to-night."
"Thy Princess greets thee, Wulnoth, but not in the name of Thor."
It was Edgiva's voice again! Then she was somewhere near at hand, hidden in the darkness of the forest. Wulnoth stopped, but the voice spoke again, bidding him hasten to his task, and so, muttering to himself that all this was too deep for him to understand, Wulnoth accompanied the stranger from the wood towards the Danish camp.
And when they drew near to it he said to the other—
"Now there is much danger here. Shall I go by myself and bear the body out to you?"
"Nay, friend," came the quiet answer. "I have faced danger before. Do thou lead the way and I will follow."