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Updated: May 4, 2025
"Now these words of Gyda were taken duly to the king, and they awakened in his mind a thought which had never before occurred to him, and he said, in the presence of many men: 'This oath do I now solemnly make, and swear before that God who made me and rules over all things, that never more will I cut my hair nor comb it until the day when I have conquered all Norway, and have made myself the sole ruler of the Northmen.
Great was the delight of Hereward and the ladies when they heard of the taking of Durham and York; but bitter their surprise and rage when they heard that Gospatrick and the Confederates had proclaimed Edgar Atheling king. "Fools! they will ruin all!" cried Gyda.
"I shall be back this day three months; and then you shall see a row of gibbets all the way from here to Deeping, and an Englishman hanging on every one." So Hereward fought the Viscount of Pinkney, who had the usual luck which befell those who crossed swords with him, and plotted meanwhile with Gyda and the Countess Judith.
After this victory, Harald sent, so the old chronicles of the kings of Norway say, some of his men to a princess named Gyda, bidding them tell her that he wished to make her his queen.
Gyda stood forth and looked over her throng of lovers with listless eyes until at length she saw among the spectators the tall stranger with the hood of fur. She walked up to him, lifted the hood, and gazed long into his eyes. What she saw there riveted her fancy. "I do not know you," she said; "but if you will have me for a wife, then you are my choice."
And with the inevitable instinct of truth the girl added, under her breath 'Perhaps how do I know? I cannot tell! By that time head and hands too were on the back of her chair, and she had turned from Gyda, and her face was out of sight.
"He said, `I am called Gundalf, and am a stranger here! "Gyda replies, `Wilt thou have me if I choose thee? He answered, `I will not say No to that; then he asked her what her name was, and her family and descent. "`I am called Gyda, said she, `and am daughter of the King of Ireland, and was married in this country to an earl who ruled over this district.
And when Gyda with due care had made a cup for Wych Hazel and brought it to her hand, the little lady was obliged to confess that it was better than even Chickaree manufacture. And the porridge was no brown farinaceous mass in a rough and crude state, but came to table in thin, gelatinous cakes, sweet and excellent when broken into the cream.
'What now? said Hazel, looking after the girl. 'What has Mr. Rollo done? 'Cut short somebody's supper, I'm afraid. But she finished her porridge, didn't she? And has taken one peach with her! Do they all look that, Gyda? Gyda answered that they were 'very bad; she meant in their way of life and their thriving on it. 'And how otherwise?
They say that he did all these wonderful things because a girl, named Gyda, whom he wanted to marry, refused to have anything to say to him until he had made himself King of a really big kingdom. He made a vow that he would not comb or cut his hair until he had conquered the whole country.
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