Armed with spears and swords, bearing shield and chain, the warriors walked. Raedwald of East Anglia stood his three legions, across the River Idle, to oppose the shield wall of Æthelfrith. In combat, so many sons were lost. None could foresee the chances of fate. Two peoples staring across a river, tribes going wild, with violence and epic unknowable cost. Instead they lived knowing now, how great the costs, in the swells of the bloodied river Idle.