Who had granted him gifts of goodly horses;
Lightly he leapt on his lord’s own steed,
190 In its royal array —no right had he to it;
His brothers also the battle forsook.
Godwin and Godwy made good their escape,
And went to the wood, for the war they disliked;
They fled to the fastnesses in fear of their lives,
195 And many more of the men than was fitting,
Had they freshly in mind remembered the favors,
The good deeds he had done them in days of old.