They with their lives must bargain for gold and gems and silver to them given.
[675]
To him, the king of Sealand, great ill erelong was wrought.
A stalwart foeman was he: Aha, how well he fought!
He made the land the richer with the dead there lying:
The old in fight grew youthful: the strong were slain, who recked not yet of dying.
[676]
Long the fighting lasted, till thickly lay the dead:
Then to the brave King Herwic came at last the need
To flee into his marches, for life he there was turning;