Nevertheless they flew down on us, and that because we only made a show of rowing. Then we laid on the oars, and came head to wind. The sail rattled down, and was stowed on deck; and silently we waited, arrows on string, for the fight that was now close at hand. Then the great ship hove up, head to wind, right ahead of us, and a loud hail came from her. "Who knows what tongue he talks?" I said. "I cannot make him out rightly." "'Tis West Saxon," said an old warrior from the waist. "He asks who we are and what is our business." "Tell him therefore, if you can speak in his way," I answered; "and ask the same of him." So a hail or two went backwards and forwards, and then: "Says he is Odda, jarl or somewhat of Devon in Wessex, and bids us yield to Alfred the king." "In truth," said I, "if he had not spoken of yielding, I had had more to say to a king who can build ships like these. Now we will speak with him on his own deck. Tell him he will have to fight us first." The old warrior sent a mighty curt hail back in answer to Odda's summons; then our war horns blew, and the oars rose and fell, and we were grinding our bows alongside the great ship's quarter before they knew we were there. Alfred's men had yet somewhat to learn of fighting in a sea way, as it seemed, for we were on their deck aft before they had risen from their oar benches. There were but one or two men on the quarter deck, besides the steersman, to oppose us. Odda thought we should lay our ship alongside his towering sides if we fought, as I suppose, for he was amidships. So we swept the decks from aft forward without any hurt to ourselves: for the Saxons were hampered with the oars, and fell backward over them, and hindered one another. It was strange to hear my men laughing in what seemed most terrible slaughter; for their foes fell before they were smitten, and lay helpless under the oars, while their comrades fell over them. So we won to the foot of the mast, and then found that there were some on board who were none so helpless: for as we came they swung the great yard athwart ships, and that stayed us; while over the heap of canvas glared those who would make it hard for us to win the ship altogether. But before we came to stern fighting, I had a word to say; so I called for Odda. A square built, brown-bearded man with a red, angry face pushed his way to the front of his men, and frowned at me. "What will you? here am I," he said shortly. One could understand his words well enough when face to face, for he spoke in the mixed tongue that any Northman understands, the plain words of which all our kin have in common. "I am no foe of Alfred's," I said; "I do not know, therefore, why I should fight you." "Are you not for the Danes?" he said. "I hate them more or less, and I have no traffic with them." "Well, then, what will you?" "You bade me yield, and therefore I am here. Now I think it is a matter to be seen whether of us does so."