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It was Osmond's shaft that took him in the eye, and Look you, Fru Astrida, he came thus through the wood, and I stood here, it might be, under the great elm with my bow thus" And Richard was beginning to act over again the whole scene of the deer-hunt, but Fru, that is to say, Lady Astrida, was too busy to listen, and broke in with, "Have they brought home the haunch?"
He has done good service," exclaimed Sir Eric, as the figure became more developed. "The Danes have seen how we train our young men." "His wings bring good tidings," said Richard. "Let me go, Sir Eric, I must tell Fru Astrida."
Richard told his story, and was glad to find Carloman could smile at it; and then Fru Astrida advised him to take his little friend to bed. Carloman would not lie down without still holding Richard's hand, and the little Duke spared no pains to set him at rest, knowing what it was to be a desolate captive far from home. "I thought you would be good to me," said Carloman.
Then came the embarrassment again, and Fru Astrida at last said, "Take him out, Lord Richard; take him to see the horses in the stables, or the hounds, or what not." Richard was not sorry to obey, so out they went into the court of Rollo's tower, and in the open air the shyness went off.
The old Baron said that hardy, healthy habits would restore the puny children; and Lothaire improved in health, and therewith in temper; but his little brother had not strength enough to bear the seasoning. He pined and drooped more each day; and as the autumn came on, and the wind was chilly, he grew worse, and was scarcely ever off the lap of the kind Lady Astrida.
"No, verily, but what more would you say?" "I think, when I come to my dukedom, I will not be so politic," said Richard. "I will be an open friend or an open foe." "The boy grows too sharp for us," said Sir Eric, smiling, "but it was spoken like his father." "He grows more like his blessed father each day," said Fru Astrida. "But the Danes, father, the Danes!" said Osmond.
"Well, I wish we were back in Normandy, with Fru Astrida and Alberic. I cannot bear that Lothaire. He is proud, and unknightly, and cruel. I am sure he is, and I will never love him." "Hush, my Lord! beware of speaking so loud. You are not in your own Castle." "And Carloman is a chicken-heart," continued Richard, unheeding.
It would take too long to tell all the friendly and courteous words that were spoken, the greeting of the Duke and the noble old Lady Astrida, and the reception of the Barons who had come in the train of their Lord. Richard was bidden to greet them, but, though he held out his hand as desired, he shrank a little to his father's side, gazing at them in dread and shyness.
But I should like to wish Carloman farewell." "That must not be," said Osmond; "we should not have time to escape, if they did not still believe you very ill in bed." "I am sorry not to wish Carloman good-bye," repeated Richard; "but we shall see Fru Astrida again, and Sir Eric; and Alberic must come back! Oh, do let us go! O Normandy, dear Normandy!"
His feeble health seemed to make him enter into their comfort and meaning more than even Richard; and Alberic and Father Lucas soon told Fru Astrida that it was a saintly-minded child. Indeed, Carloman was more disposed to thoughtfulness, because he was incapable of joining in the sports of the other boys.
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