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Updated: June 6, 2025
Take any contemporary work of fiction and turn to the scene where the young Socialist denounces the millionaire, and then compare the stilted sociological lecture given by that self-sacrificing bore with the surging joy of words in Rob Roy's declaration of himself, or Athelstane's defiance of De Bracy.
Heidrek was the son of a king in Jutland, and the good blood will show itself at last." "You know Hakon well," I said, having seen that the greeting between those two was not of an every day sort, or as between prince and follower merely. "We two were long together in Athelstane's court," he answered. "I also am Athelstane's foster son. He has many, according to our custom."
"If I could just dance with our own boys!" she sighed. "I'd pity you if you did!" declared Ingred, pausing in an effort to make Athelstane's steps more worthy of a ball-room. "Why, half the fun will be your different partners. I only wish I'd your chance and was 'coming out' too!" "I'm sure you're welcome to go instead of me," proclaimed Quenrede petulantly.
Hakon, Athelstane's foster son, had come back from England on hearing of King Harald's death. He was now a full grown man and a valiant warrior. When he landed in Trondelag the people hailed him with great rejoicing, and declared that old Harald Fairhair had come back once more, gentler and more generous than before, but no less mighty and beautiful.
Athelstane's father forgave him long ago." I saw my father start and tremble. "Woman! What is it you say? What do you know?" he exclaimed. "You saw me cross his name out of the Bible with my own hand!" "Yes, dear," my mother answered very softly, "but you wrote it in again that very night, when you thought I was asleep."
Tell me, whatever's the matter?" It was, of course, a most unorthodox thing for Ingred to blurt out family affairs, and Father and Mother would have been justly indignant had they known, but she was impulsive, and without much worldly wisdom, and Mr. Hardcastle seemed sympathetic, so on the spur of the moment she told him the urgency of Athelstane's need, and how she was trying to meet it.
"Thank you, kinsman," said Ivanhoe looking, however, not particularly well pleased; and the chiefs shaking hands, the train of each took its different way Athelstane's to Rotherwood, Ivanhoe's towards his place of embarkation.
A dress rehearsal was held, and the family rejoiced over Ingred's most decidedly Wild West appearance. "You have a pair of real moccasins that Uncle Ernest sent you for bedroom slippers. I'll cut some strips of cloth into fringe for leggings, and you can wear Athelstane's leather belt, and carry an axe for a tomahawk," said Quenrede, surveying her work with critical satisfaction.
To snatch a mace from the pavement, on which it lay beside one whose dying grasp had just relinquished it to rush on the Templar's band, and to strike in quick succession to the right and left, levelling a warrior at each blow, was, for Athelstane's great strength, now animated with unusual fury, but the work of a single moment; he was soon within two yards of Bois-Guilbert, whom he defied in his loudest tone.
When the household was reunited for next week-end, the clouds had cleared from Athelstane's horizon, but seemed to have settled more darkly than ever round Egbert. There was a horrible feeling of impending storm in the home atmosphere. It lent a constraint to conversation at meals, and put an effectual stopper on the fun which generally circulated round the fireside.
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