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Their spirits were high that night, and while Edmund drank to their success on the morrow, each man responded with a fervour which augured confidence in that morrow's issue all save the wicked Edric, whose heart seemed far from his words. The events of that fatal morrow are matter of history. The armies joined battle. Victory seemed to favour Edmund.
There were present Ethelred himself, his irrepressible son, the traitor Edric, the bishop, the sheriff of the shire, and the reeve of the borough, with the captain of the hus-carles, or royal guard.
He said breathlessly, "Chief before you go to the King be it known to you that those horse-feet you heard belong to the mounts of Edric of Mercia and his men and he is with King Edmund now!" The three stolid old warriors got to their feet with curses. The Etheling bent forward to gaze incredulously into the man's face. "Edric of Mercia? With the King? Why do you think so?"
Since the fight this morning we have been allowed to do no more than growl at the English dogs across the plain, because it was held unadvisable to make an onset until the Jarl's men should increase our strength. It is to be hoped they are not far behind?" "You make a mistake," Randalin began hesitatingly. "My news does not concern the doings of Edric Jarl, but the actions of his man Norman "
There, amidst the people of Wessex who had rallied so often to his war cry, all that was mortal of the Ironside reposed. Meanwhile the crafty Edric, who excused himself from attendance on the solemnities, tarried at Oxenford, and with him tarried also Elfwyn, Herstan, and the other friends of the unfortunate prisoner, to secure, as they were able, that justice should be rendered him.
Yet, before any of these, how goes it with my royal foster-brother? And how do his traitors carry sail, Odin's curse upon them! Speak! How fares he?" "On the top of the wave, my chief, though it is my belief that he has your mind toward Edric Jarl, for all that Thorkel is ever on hand to urge the value of his craft. And certainly it was exceedingly useful to them at Assington "
Draining it off, he sat staring down into the dregs, twirling the stem thoughtfully between his fingers. By the time she had shifted her weight twice for each foot, the petitioner ventured to recall him. "It gives me some hope, to hear what you say about suspecting Edric Jarl," she said timidly; "for that makes it appear more likely that you will be willing to give me justice on his man."
It is inevitable to conclude that even the most recently discovered folk-tale of them has come to us from a distant period when our forefathers were in the same rude state as Dyaks and South Sea Islanders. No actual adventure of Wild Edric or Raymond of Lusignan gave rise to these stories.
But of one thing we all feel sure; Anlaf cannot be alive, or revenge would lead him here. December 1013. Ethelred has fled to Normandy. He sent Queen Emma and her children before him. Sweyn, the Dane, is now King of England. There seems no resource but submission. We are told Edric Streorn is in high favour in the Pagan court; and still is ealdorman of Mercia. Alas! what a Christmas!
"Art thou an Englishman or a Dane?" said the Etheling, bending over the dying ruffian in his anxiety to learn the whole truth. "What is that to thee?" "Much, if thou wouldst escape death." "Escape death! I cannot. Neither wilt thou escape Edric Streorn, and I shall not die unavenged. Ah! young springal, thou wilt not escape again. To think that thy puny hand should give Higbald his death blow!
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