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King Edward did not tell me to learn Saxon, but Norman! and Godfroi yonder says, that if I know Norman well, Duke William will make me his knight. But I don't desire to learn anything more to-day." And the child turned peevishly from thegn and prelate. The three Saxon lords interchanged looks of profound displeasure and proud disgust.

"Alfred the Great, he is the plague of my life! if I am Atheling, men are to live for me, not I for them; and if you tease me any more, I will run away to Duke William in Rouen; Godfroi says I shall never be teased there!" So saying, already tired of hawk and lure, the child threw himself on the floor with the other children, and snatched the toys from their hands.

"Alfred the Great, he is the plague of my life! if I am Atheling, men are to live for me, not I for them; and if you tease me any more, I will run away to Duke William in Rouen; Godfroi says I shall never be teased there!" So saying, already tired of hawk and lure, the child threw himself on the floor with the other children, and snatched the toys from their hands.

King Edward did not tell me to learn Saxon, but Norman! and Godfroi yonder says, that if I know Norman well, Duke William will make me his knight. But I don't desire to learn anything more to-day." And the child turned peevishly from thegn and prelate. The three Saxon lords interchanged looks of profound displeasure and proud disgust.

"I don't want to be crowned king, rude man, with your laidly moustache: I want to be made knight, and have banderol and baldric. Go away!" "We go, son," said Alred, mournfully. And with slow and tottering step he moved to the door; there he halted, turned back, and the child was pointing at him in mimicry, while Godfroi, the Norman tutor, smiled as in pleasure.

"I don't want to be crowned king, rude man, with your laidly moustache: I want to be made knight, and have banderol and baldric. Go away!" "We go, son," said Alred, mournfully. And with slow and tottering step he moved to the door; there he halted, turned back, and the child was pointing at him in mimicry, while Godfroi, the Norman tutor, smiled as in pleasure.