For the deeds of the day the Redeemer had granted.
A hostile youth hurled from his hand a dart;
150 The spear in flight then sped too far,
And [the honorable earl] of Æthelred fell.
By his side there stood a stripling youth,
A boy in battle who boldly drew
The bloody brand from the breast of his chief.
155 The young Wulfmere, Wulfstan’s son,
Gave back again the gory war-lance;
The point pierced home, so that prostrate lay