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The cry, "Slay him! slay him!" was taken up by a dozen voices, when I recognised Alfgar, who by some means had learned the danger of his kinsfolk, and had come to share their fate. "Save him, sheriff!" I cried; "save him! He is a Christian. His mother was English." And I rushed forward myself, and saw that the poor lad had already been brought on his knees by more than one fell stroke.
"Thorns may be plucked in bushels round Dorchester or any other place." "It is a question of pure testimony," said the bishop. "It is," added the sheriff and the reeve. "Then, may I produce my witness?" said Edmund. "Certainly," said the king. "By all means," added Edric. The bishop called an attendant, and ordered him to fetch Alfgar.
"Your proof lies, I suppose, in the hatred you have always borne him," was the king's reply. Hermann could not help hearing, they spoke so loudly, but the next words enchained his attention. "I tell thee the name 'Alfgar' is first and foremost amongst the signatures of the men who have conspired to cast thee from the throne." "Then I conclude you placed it there; tush, man, I know thee of old!"
And there, two heartbroken ladies, a mother and a daughter, came often to pray, not only for the soul of the departed king, but also for the discovery of his murderers and the clearing of the innocent, for neither Hilda nor Ethelgiva for one moment doubted the spotless innocence of Alfgar.
Here I am at home, if I may call these woods home, once more, having spent my Lent with my brethren in the monastery of Abingdon. We are a very large party: Herstan and all his family are here, the Etheling Edmund, and Alfgar. We all travelled together from Abingdon.
"Pardon, my father and liege, but truth will out." The company sat in amazement, while the hand of Edric played convulsively with the hilt of his dagger; meanwhile Edmund ate, and gave to Alfgar, ere he spake again. "Stay, Edric," whispered the king; "thou art my Edric.
Indeed, she had never looked Hereward in the face during the whole ride. "What are those open holes? Graves?" "They are Barnack stone-quarries, which Alfgar my brother gave to Crowland." "So? That is pity. I thought they had been graves; and then you might have covered me up in one of them, and left me to sleep in peace."
Parrying a tremendous stroke with his axe, he returned it with such vigour that the next moment the Dane lay quivering in the dust. "There appear to be only three or four more. I think we might engage them. By the by, Alfgar, you missed one splendid chance through your steed not answering your guidance to the moment. But I am tired of the battle-axe, and shall use my sword for a change.
They hesitated, but for one moment in speechless surprise, then rushed forward. "Alfgar!" cried the Prince. "My son!" cried Father Cuthbert, "whence hast thou come? dost thou yet live?" "Father; Prince; I live to warn you the Danes, the Danes!" and he sank fainting into the arms of Herstan. "Surely he raves," said they all. The porter here ventured to speak.
While Sidroc was somewhat impatiently expecting the arrival of his coadjutor, the cry of a raven was heard; it proved to be the signal for the party to advance, and Sidroc and his men obeyed at once. But all their horses were left picketed by the stream, under the care of three of the youngest warriors, and there Alfgar was left, safely bound to a tree, for his captors could not trust him.
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