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"Father, I will do my best," answered Wulf humbly; "but there cannot be two Godwins; and, father, sometimes I fear me that our paths will cross, since two men cannot win one woman." "I know the trouble," answered the Prior anxiously, "and with less noble-natured men it might be grave.
I will bring with me in the morning a man and a boy who know more than I do of the matter; they and Osgod, with whom Wulf will assuredly have talked it over, will be able to tell you all that was known up to the moment when these men entered the palace." The armourer and Ulf told their story in the morning, and Beorn took Osgod's place by Wulf's bedside, while he too was questioned by the king.
Before starting he asked Harold's advice as to whether he should fortify Steyning after the manner of the Norman castles. "By no means, Wulf. Such castles are useful only against quarrelsome neighbours. Wars are decided by great battles, and if these are lost a castle does but bring ruin upon its possessor, for it must sooner or later be taken.
Silent, and confounded by the immensity of the sacrifice she proposed, for he knew how deep and tender was her love for Harold, Wulf knelt on both knees and reverently placed her hand to his lips, and then without a word left the house, half blinded with tears, signing to the servant, who was waiting without, to follow him.
I have a happy past to look back upon, in that am blest, and shall be happier than those who have no such consolation. Moreover, I can still be proud of Harold, and may love him as I might love the memory of a husband who is lost. God bless you, Wulf, and protect you through the coming battle!" Wulf rode sadly back to the camp.
Wulf considered his sovereign with compassion. "He's still a bit soused," he muttered to himself, then wagging a reproving finger at the King, he continued: "Who am I? Wulfenmimenglaschk, Sire, at your service, and I've already saved your life twice ... that's why I may be allowed to give you a bit of advice.
"I am thinking, in the first place, that it would cost a great number of lives to take that place by assault." "That it would," Beorn agreed. "We have seen no place of anything like equal strength in Wales, or indeed anywhere else." "There is no doubt about that," Wulf agreed.
They received them with a volley of javelins, and then shield to shield they withstood the attack They were fighting in their own way now, and numerous as the Welsh were, they were unable, as they ran up in scattered order, to break through the line. "Steady, men, steady!" Wulf shouted out from his post in the middle of the line. "Our friends will soon be up. Show a stout front.
I don't want a recurrence of what happened the other day when some one entered my apartment and left a chemise belonging to the murderer among my laundry." "Monsieur le Marquis may rest assured his orders will be obeyed." In a few moments the Marquis returned and M. Wulf rose to go.
Now tell me of the fight, and how you managed to escape, for I see by your mail-coat and helmet, which are dinted and frayed and the steel rings shorn off in many places, that you were in the thick of it" Wulf related the story of the battle, and the manner in which he had escaped. "You did wisely, Wulf, to mark a way of retreat before the battle commenced.
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