One of your squires dismounts and quickly drags Sir Rodric back towards you. Sir Cedwyn and Artaigne close ranks around Valka, and the three of you hold your ground.
Three of the Saxons trot forward, lances lowered, but they do not close to attack range, preferring to cover their fellows. Behind them, one of the Saxons leaps off his horse and runs to the side of the Thegn calling out, "Ætheling Isen!"
You three stand off against the three closest Saxons in silence for a few seconds. The one over by the fallen Thegn calls out in their tongue, and words are exchanged. You can all see the tension run through the Saxon's as they speak, and their faces turn from grim to angry.
Behind you, you hear the frantic actions of the squire tending to Sir Rodric. From his tone, the news is clearly not good.
The two by the fallen Thegn gently take him and place him over the horse in front of the one who remained mounted. The dismounted one mounts, and the two of them ride off towards the Humber River, angling east towards the sea.
The three sitting on their horses across from you look to be teetering on the edge of violence. The one in the centre, who appears to be senior, glares death rays at Cedwyn. Finally, he takes a breath and speaks in a menacing voice. It is heavily accented, and broken indicating an incomplete grasp of your language. "Follow. You die." The two Saxons on either side kick their mounts and wheel them to follow the others. The last one stares at Sir Cedwyn for a few more moments, as if remembering his face, before he too kicks his mount and turns to follow his fellows.
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They left the Thegn's horse wandering some distance away. They also left his lance, axe, and shield on the field where they fell.
