Then sped from their hands the hardened spears,
Flew in fury file-sharpened darts;
110 Bows were busy, boards met javelins,
Cruel was the conflict; in companies they fell;
On every hand lay heaps of youths.
Wulfmere was woefully wounded to death,
Slaughtered the sister’s son of Byrhtnoth;
115 With swords he was strongly stricken to earth.
To the vikings quickly requital was given;
I learned that Edward alone attacked