Our six heroes are entrusted with a diplomatic mission to travel to the neighbouring Welisv kingdoms and inform them of Cwichelms desire for peace, prosperity and a tribute of one twelth of all goods produced within their borders.  A weighty responsibility but one that we can handle, for we have golden tongues amongst ou number, as well as stout hearts and smiles for the ladies.

Our first port of call is Lonazep, a paradise whose ladies fell to Oslaf's charms almost as readily as its king agreed to the small tribute requested by Cwichelm. Emboldened by success and mead we ride north to Lindsey with the sun on our backs and a song in our hearts.

Lindseys' king is well met in hunting along his southern borders. His men are possibly slightly over officious in denying us the freedom of their camp while we await his return but all will assuredly come to ready agreement as it did in the lands of his vassal in Lonazep. But this is not to be, Lindsey refuses our offer of peace and demands our swift withdrawal from his territory, backing this up with a threat to unleash his hounds. So we, once again, camp on the roadside as we travel south to Brun.

Brun lies deep within the Forest Sauvage and after some days of wandering widershins in its vastness it becomes clear that we are not destined to locate our quarry for some witchery protects it. But though we do not find Brun many adventures are had, a bear, large and strong, clearly speaks, telling us to leave before we cut him down as he attacks. His body does not stay upon our plane though the grass is crushed where he fell. A giant, walking through our camp, stands on Geats' sleeping head before coming to arguing and blows. He, too, falls to our axes but at least has the decency to remain where we can see his massive frame. And a majestic stag, 22 points guards the road ahead of us and flees into the forest, Aethelgild, Arnwig and Aelfrith cannot resist temptation and dash after it, hollering and crying. Aelfrith soon finds himself alone and turning back towards the road comes face to face with the beast which lowers its head and charges, catching the boy in the chest, driving the breath and nearly the life from him. the bellowing of his companions horns guide him back to the road, though his body is battered and broken.

Knowing now that Brun will not be revealed we turn to Oxford for Aelfrith sorely needs a chiurgeons' care. And there we once again find civilisation, being well met there, feasted and wined and bathed while Aelfrith is gently tended. The king does not seem interested in military matters, but only in the arts and produce of the Saxon mind and hand. Aethelgild gives a ring, a small token, but well taken and rewarded with another in fine British pattern. Oslaf composes a song, a bawdy tale of hunting in the Forest Savauge, full of wit and laughter, and we answer riddles. For these games and pastimes we are rewarded again with an agreement to pay tribute which will be forthcoming at harvest.

And there Wulfwine, Arnwig and Aethelgild leave their companions, Aelfrith too ill to travel and Oslaf and Geat wishing to wait and escort him to Anglia when he is fit once more.

The Anglo-Saxon Chronicles