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Updated: September 20, 2025
Now we must rest, to rise early, and await the sheriff's summons." It was silent, deep night; the whole house was buried in slumber, when Alfgar dreamed a strange dream. He thought he stood amidst the ruins of his home, the home of his father Anlaf, and that he heard steps approaching from the forest.
Think of Sigeferth, of Morcar, of Elfhelm, nay, of a hundred others; then think not how he has plotted against my life, but how he made my own father hate and disown me; while he, the pampered favourite, swayed all the councils and betrayed the land. O Alfgar! couldst thou forgive him?"
Another moment and they were both engaged. Alfgar foiled his opponent's first stroke, and wounded him slightly in return. Now the battle became desperate, attack succeeding attack, and parry, parry.
They embarked, and Alfgar steered, by the other's direction, straight down the stream, while he rowed for full an hour with remarkable strength and dexterity, so that they drew near the coast, and the cold air from the sea blew in Alfgar's face. Here the gleeman ceased rowing, and spoke to him in a low tone. "Do you see those dark figures ahead?" "I do."
"Alfgar, my son!" said Elfwyn, finding the poor prisoner did not speak, "do you not know us?" "Indeed I do; but do you believe me guilty, nay, even capable of " He could add no more, but they saw that if they doubted they would hear no more from him that he scorned self-defence. "Guilty! no, God forbid! we alone in the council asserted your complete innocence."
All the imperfections of his character now faded away; he seemed so brave, yet so loving, so invincible in combat, yet so gentle and forgiving, as he had shown in forgiving even even even said Alfgar to his own wounded bleeding heart even in forgiving his murderer. For in his eyes it was Edric, and none but Edric, who had done this deed.
He has been my right hand in so many perils and trials. It is so delightful to be at home once more. Surely never were monks happier. My heart swells when each morning we sing the three last joyful psalms at lauds. It is settled that Alfgar and Ethelgiva are to be married on the Monday after the Whitsun octave. O happy pair! O ter felices et nimium beati!
In the excitement of the last hour Alfgar had almost forgotten the meeting before him, but now it occupied his thoughts fully, and he began to expect the arrival of Anlaf each moment. He learned from the conversation around him that he and a portion of the band had gone to reconnoitre the position of the prey.
"Now, bid the campfires be lighted; we have plenty of meat and bread, mead and wine; bid each man eat and drink his fill. Men never fight well on empty stomachs. Then return yourself to my side, and share my tent this night; perhaps perhaps for the last time." "If so, woe to England woe!" said Alfgar. "But I have confidence that her day of tribulation is passing from her.
Peace! sweet, sweet peace! oh how joyful it was to be once more in the deep woods of Aescendune, to hear the sweet song of the birds, and to fear no evil! Sweet, ineffably sweet were those days to Alfgar and Ethelgiva! So the day was at length appointed; it was to be the feast of St.
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