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There was Winter, and Gwenoch, and Gery, Hereward's cousin, ancestor, it may be, of the ancient and honorable house of that name, and of those parts; and Duti and Outi, the two valiant twins; and Ulfard the White, and others, some of whose names, and those of their sons, still stand in Domesday-book. "And what," asked Hereward, after the first congratulations were over, "of my mother?
And there in the nave they buried the lad Godwin, with chant and dirge; and when the funeral was done Hereward went up toward the high altar, and bade Winter and Gwenoch come with him. And there he knelt, and vowed a vow to God and St. Guthlac and the Lady Torfrida his true love, never to leave from slaying while there was a Frenchman left alive on English ground.
None such that I know of," quoth Priest Ailward, a graceless fellow who had taken Leofric's place. "If that were the law, it would be but few honest men that would die in their beds. Let us drink, and drive girls' fancies out of our heads." So they drank again; and Hereward fell asleep once more. "It is thy turn to watch, Priest," said Gwenoch to Ailward.
And Godiva and Ulfketyl heard his vow, and shuddered; but they dared not stop him, for they, too, had English hearts. And Winter and Gwenoch heard it, and repeated it word for word. Then he kissed his mother, and called Winter and Gwenoch, and went forth. He would be back again, he said, on the third day. Then those three went to Peterborough, and asked for Abbot Brand.
I thought that all the men I ever slew on earth came to me with their wounds all gaping, and cried at me, 'Our luck then, thy luck now. Chaplain! is there not a verse somewhere, Uncle Brand said it to me on his deathbed, 'Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed'?" "Surely the master is fey," whispered Gwenoch in fear to the chaplain. "Answer him out of Scripture." "Text?
"If all go, there are two men here who stay, and fight by Hereward's side as long as there is a Frenchman left on English soil; for they have sworn an oath to Heaven and to St. Peter, and that oath will they keep. What say you, Gwenoch, knighted with us at Peterborough?" Gwenoch stepped to Hereward's side. "None shall go!" shouted a dozen voices. "With Hereward we will live and die.
Then they went down to the water and took barge, and laid the corpse therein; and Godiva and Hereward sat at the dead lad's head; and Winter steered the boat, and Gwenoch took the stroke-oar.
It is worth fifty times the sixteen pence which I stole, and which I repaid double. Let St. Peter take it, for the sins of me and my two comrades, and forgive. And now, Sir Prior, I do to thee what I never did for mortal man. I kneel, and ask thy forgiveness. Kneel, Winter! Kneel, Gwenoch!" And Hereward knelt. Herluin was of double mind. He longed to keep Hereward out of St. Peter's grace.
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