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It was plain that he was full of something that he would say to me, and when I was ready to listen he bent near me and said, "So that was the boy who fled with us." "Ay. He has grown since you saw him last." "That is not all," answered Mord.
Now Mord was not so much changed as I, and at first he did not know me at all. "Well, master housecarl, what may your message be, and from whom is it?" he said, without more than a glance at me. "Why, there are some old friends of yours who are anxious to know if you have forgotten the feeling of a halter round your neck," I said in good Danish.
He did not mix himself up in general things, but in whatever matter he took a part he would have his own way. Hrut now moved his dwelling, and abode to old age at a place which now is called Hrutstead. He made a temple in his home-field, of which the remains are still to be seen. It is called Trolls' walk now, and there is the high road. Hrut married a woman named Unn, daughter of Mord Fiddle.
We went quietly back to the town, and there was only one thing that I wished, and that was that Havelok had not had to tell his name twice. Ragnar was full of thanks to us for our help, and said that he would that we would come to Norfolk with him. "We have a man who knows you also," he said, "but he has been with our princess for a long time now. He is called Mord, and is her chamberlain.
"Well," said the steward, "I have known Withelm of Grimsby for the last ten years or so, and I do not suppose that it matters if you speak with him." "Why should it matter if I speak with any one I choose?" asked Mord, somewhat angrily. "That you must ask the king; for his orders are that the people of the princess have no dealings with outsiders for two days."
Troy consulted his railway-guide, ordered his cab, and caught the next train to South Mord en. Only the slow trains stopped at the station and there was so little to do that the station-master and his porter grew flowers on the embankment, and trained creepers over the waiting-room window.
"'Ullo!" said the youth. "Hullo, Alphonso!" said George. "My name's not Alphonso." "Well, you be very careful or it soon may be." "Got a note for yer. From Lidy Mord." "You'll find some cake and ginger-ale in the kitchen," said the grateful George. "Give it a trial." "Not 'arf!" said the stripling. George opened the letter with trembling and reverent fingers.
"Then I can help you," said Mord gladly. "Say nothing to the cook, for I have found old friends who come from far in the marsh, and they will tell me at once if they have heard of any priest. Why, when I think, they know Welsh, and one has called himself by a Welsh name, and you have seen him Curan the porter."
Then David thought it was well to say naught to Havelok until more was learned from Goldberga herself, for he would soon see how things stood with her. Then he would see Withelm again, and they would plan together for the best. So Withelm waited for the return of the priest, whom Mord took to his mistress. Alsi and his men were supping in the hall, but Goldberga was waiting in her own chamber.
Afterwards I found that Mord had heard from Denmark that Hodulf was said to have made away with Havelok, but he never remembered that at this time. Ragnar knew this, and did remember it. Pleasant it was to talk of old days with an old friend thus, and the time went quickly. Then Mord must go to his mistress and I to my place, and so we parted for the time.
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