He paused not a whit at the play of weapons,
But unerringly aimed his arrows uncounted;
270 Now he shot on the shield, now he shattered a Viking;
With the point of his [arrow] he pierced to the [marrow]
While he wielded his weapons of war unsubdued.
Still in the front stood the stalwart Edward,
Burning for battle; his boasts he spoke:
275 He never would flee a foot-pace of land,
Or leave his lord where he lay on the field;
He shattered the shield-wall; with the shipmen he fought,