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And he dropped quietly back behind Hereward's horse, as if the business of his life was settled, and his mind utterly at rest. "There is one more likeness between us," said Hereward, after a few minutes' thought. "If I have robbed a church, thou hast robbed one too. What is this precious spoil which is to serve me and thee in such mighty stead?"
"I have heard of him." "He that we slew was Siward, a monk." "More shame to you." "He that we took was Azer the Hardy, a monk of Nicole Licole," the Normans could never say Lincoln. "And the rest were Thurstan the Younger; Leofric the Deacon, Hereward's minstrel; and Boter, the traitor monk of St. Edmund's." "And if I catch them," quoth William, "I will make an abbot of every one of them."
The wine at Robert the Frison's table was often too good; and then Hereward's tongue was loosed, and Torfrida justly indignant. And one evening there came a very serious relapse, and out of which arose a strange adventure.
He and his troop of Angevine ruttiers had fought like tigers by William's side, at Hastings; and he had been rewarded with many a manor, which had been Earl Algar's, and should now have been Earl Edwin's, or Morcar's, or, it may be, Hereward's own.
"And since thou hast said it, I am King indeed. Come with me, and dine; and to-morrow I will see thy knights." And William walked out of the hall leaning on Hereward's shoulder, at which all the Normans gnashed their teeth with envy. "And for my knights, Lord King? Thine and mine will mix, for a while yet, like oil and water; and I fear lest there be murder done between them." "Likely enough."
"Mist" is induced by spells to cover and hide persons, as in Homer, and "glamour" is produced by spells to dazzle foemen's sight. To cast glamour and put confusion into a besieged place a witch is employed by the beleaguerer, just as William the Conqueror used the witch in the Fens against Hereward's fortalice.
The truth was, that Hereward's heart was gnawed with shame and remorse; and therefore he fancied, and not without reason, that all men pointed at him the finger of scorn. He had done a bad, base, accursed deed. And he knew it. And he knew that the evil was evil, and chose it nevertheless.
The next day Sir Robert came again early, and found him sitting in the same place. "He was very well," he said. "How could he be otherwise? He was just where he ought to be. A man could not be better than in his right place." Whereon Sir Robert gave him up for mad. Then he bethought of sending him a harp, knowing the fame of Hereward's music and singing.
"I think I can carry you," quoth Hereward, and picking him up, he threw him over his shoulder, and walked toward his men. "A bear! a bear!" shouted they in delight, laughing at the likeness between Hereward's attitude, and that of a bear waddling off on his hind legs with his prey in his arms. "He should have killed his bullock outright before he went to carry him. Look there!"
The Normans, surprised while their helmets were hanging at their saddles, and their arms not ready for battle, were scattered at once. But they returned to the attack, confident in their own numbers. They were over confident. Hereward's fetters were knocked off; and he was horsed and armed, and, mad with freedom and battle, fighting like himself once more.
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