"Gold enough for you and me to win England for ourselves withal," said the earl in a low voice. "You take the Danelagh, and I the rest, and we will keep Ethelred for a puppet overlord." "If Cnut wins there will be time enough to think of that," answered Olaf coldly. "Eadmund is my friend." "Not Ethelred?" said Wulfnoth eagerly. "I fight for him," answered Olaf. "Well, well. I did but speak my own wish," said the earl. "You and I will not be agreed on this matter." Then he turned to Relf, and began to give him some directions about a horse whereon to load the treasure. And Olaf and I went back up the ladder, leaving them, for the vault grew close and hot, and this was their business. The earl would take it back to Pevensea, where it would be safe. Word would go round quickly enough concerning the find, and of what value it was. Nor would that grow less in the telling, though none of us had ever seen so much gold together before. I suppose that I had been in the place for two hours or more, and the morning sky had changed strangely since the fight began. The sun was hidden with a great mass of heavy clouds that were driving up fast from the southwest, although the woods around us were still and motionless in the hot, heavy air. The smoke that still rose from the burnt houses went up straight as a pine tree. Olaf looked up at the sky, and seemed anxious. "There is a gale brewing," he said. "I am glad Rani is with the ships." Then he walked away to a spur of the hill that looked down the valley towards the sea. We could see all the tidal water, and almost to Pevensea, and there came a long murmur of the sea on the pebble beach, even to where we stood, so hushed were all things. Surely there was a heavy sea setting in to make so loud a noise as that. And all the hills and marshes seemed close at hand, so clear was the air. Then came to us Olaf's ship master, and he was uneasy also. "Tide is at its highest tonight," he said, "and if the wind gets up from the southwest, as seems likely, it will be higher yet than usual. See how the clouds whirl over us." Then the king went back to the building and called to Wulfnoth, who came up the ladder asking what was amiss, for he heard that Olaf's voice was urgent. "Here is a gale coming," the king said, "and we must be back with the ships." Wulfnoth came out into the open and looked round. "Aye; and tide will be high at the causeway. These spring tides run wildly at this time of year," he said. "We must be going." Then was no more delay, but the horns blew the recall, and the men came in. We had lost none, but I do not think that many outlaws were left.