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He had come back to Wych Hazel and left the girl to finish her supper in peace; when suddenly his attention was attracted by some question addressed by the latter to Gyda. He looked up and himself answered. The girl started from her seat with a degree of animation she had given no symptom of till then, said a few words very eagerly and hurriedly, and darted from the door like a sprite.
"I have always heard," said he, bowing, "that if the Lady Gyda had been born a man, England would have had another all-seeing and all-daring statesman, and Earl Godwin a rival, instead of a helpmate. Now I believe what I have heard." But Torfrida looked sadly at the Countess.
And so, before she more than half knew what she was about she had taken the book and was reading absolutely reading aloud to those two! the ninety-first Psalm. Aloud, it was; but only because the voice was so wonderfully clear and sweet-toned could they have heard a word. As it was, neither listener lost one. They knelt then, and Gyda uttered a prayer sweet enough to follow the Psalm.
Gyda left him and went over to her other visitor. And as far as minuteness of examination went, certainly she was not 'partial. It would have been a bit trying from anybody else the still, intent, searching look of the old woman upon the young face.
There were many reasons urging him to this journey. In the first place, his beautiful young wife, the Princess Gyda, had died very suddenly only a few weeks after their coming to Dublin. She had been taken off by a fever, and her death gave Olaf so much sorrow that he found no more happiness in the home to which she had brought him.
Gundalf and some of his men had gone there also, out of curiosity, but we had on our bad-weather clothes, and Gundalf wore a coarse over-garment. We stood apart from the rest of the crowd, Gyda went round and looked at each, to see if any appeared to her a suitable man.
Godwin married Gyda, the sister of Ulf, and thus was brought into near connection with Knut; but Ulf, his patron and brother-in-law, soon after was killed in one of those outbursts of violence and cruelty to which Knut seemed to return whenever he went back to his own savage North.
The boy is a mere stalking-horse, behind which each of these greedy chiefs expects to get back his own lands; and if they can get them back by any other means, well and good. Mark my words, Sir Hereward, that cunning Frenchman will treat with them one by one, and betray them one by one, till there is none left." How far Gyda was right will be seen hereafter.
"`King Gundalf woo'd Queen Gyda fair, With whom no woman could compare, And won her, too, with all her lands, By force of looks and might of hands From Ireland's green and lovely isle He carried off the Queen in style. He made proud Alfin's weapon dull, And flattened down his stupid skull This did the bold King Gundalf do When he went o'er the sea to woo."
'Gyda always, when she can, has prayers with her visitors, he said, 'and she makes them read for her. She, and I, would like it if you do the reading to-night. Will you? How easily she started to-night! Hazel answered without looking up 'She would rather have you. 'No, she wouldn't. Excuse me! She asked me to ask you. The girl had not found her feet yet, nor got clear of her bewilderment.
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