Eadbald

I'm going to call her 'Chance', an' a pretty little mare she is. Odd, I was expecting a wealas horse to be no better than a spavinned nag. P'raps these wealas aint such bad judges o' horseflesh after all. A hard night's work an' all, but Gyth and Wine did what I asked 'em, tho' I thought it was all up when that interferring bloody old giffer Eadbald strides up. Helm's Huge and Hairy Horn ! where did the old fool come from? I thought we'd lost him down by the dishwater inn, now he turns up in the north as though its just a day later. Feh...