"Though he had placed there three score of champions, I see no danger in our crossing," said Guthmund.
"Nevertheless, the bridge would still be secure to those who hold it," answered Olaf. "Indeed, I would myself engage to hold such a position with my own hand against a far greater force than ours. It is but a matter of endurance, and one good sword, well wielded, is as good as the strongest gate ever made."
As he spoke he noticed the figure of Earldorman Brihtnoth, who now left his place in the ranks, and advanced towards the three champions at the bridge. The old man stood there awhile giving some directions to the bridge defenders. He was about to return when he saw that Olaf was sending Guthmund down to him with some message, and he waited.
When Guthmund stepped upon the bridge he laid down his sword upon the ground. Brihtnoth went forward to meet him.
"What is your will?" asked the Earldorman.
"I have come with a message from my king," answered the viking.
"What says your king?"
"He says that since it appears to be the common practice in this country for kings and earls to buy off an unwelcome foe with offers of gold, he will engage to withdraw and go back to his ships on your paying him a sum of money that he will name."
Brihtnoth drew back in anger at such an offer, not guessing that King Olaf was but testing his bravery.
"And who is it that has told your chief that such is the habit of our English kings?" he demanded.