Grim is sorry for Havelok.
Of hauelok he hauede kare,
Hwilgat þat he micthe fare;
Of his children was him nouth,
On hauelok was al hise þouth,
And seyde, “hauelok, dere sone,
I wene that we deye mone
For hunger, þis dere is so strong,
And hure mete is uten long.
He advises him to go to Lincoln,