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Updated: May 21, 2025
"We will, we will." "I shall be back ere morning. What you have to do, I will tell you then." "Stop and eat, but for a quarter of an hour." Then Hereward swore a great oath, by oak and ash and thorn, that he would neither eat bread nor drink water while there was a Norman left in Bourne. "A little ale, then, if no water," said Azer. Hereward laughed, and rode away,
"This should be Azerdun," said he; "and there inside, as I live, stands Azer getting in his crops. But who has he with him?" With the old man were some half-dozen men of his own rank; some helping the serfs with might and main; one or two standing on the top of the banks, as if on the lookout; but all armed cap-a-pie.
What of the folk at Bourne?" All looked each at the other, and were silent. "You are too late, young lord," said Azer. "Too late?" "The Norman" Azer called him what most men called him then "has given it to a man of Gilbert of Ghent's, his butler, groom, cook, for aught I know." "To Gilbert's man? And my mother?" "God help your mother, and your young brother, too.
Leave her in the road, bound as she is, and let us see if St. Guthlac her master will come and untie her." So they rode back. Coming from Deeping two hours after, Azer and his men found the girl on the road, dead. "Another count in the long score," quoth Azer. But when, in two hours more, they came to Spalding town, they found all the folk upon the street, shouting and praising the host of Heaven.
"I have heard of him." "He that we slew was Siward, a monk." "More shame to you." "He that we took was Azer the Hardy, a monk of Nicole Licole," the Normans could never say Lincoln. "And the rest were Thurstan the Younger; Leofric the Deacon, Hereward's minstrel; and Boter, the traitor monk of St. Edmund's." "And if I catch them," quoth William, "I will make an abbot of every one of them."
The barbarians rose on us last night, with Azer, the ruffian who owned my lands, at their head, and drove us out into the night as we are, bidding us carry the news to you, for your turn would come next. There are forty or more of them in West Deeping now, and coming eastward, they say, to visit you, and, what is more than all, Hereward is come again."
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