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"Well, for my part," Osgod, who was one of the listeners, remarked, "I would rather go on by myself and take the chance of getting a good blow at some of these wild men than ride all the way back to Steyning to be laughed at by the women there, as brave soldiers who have marched across England and back and never unsheathed their swords.
So when I give you the word, keep close to my side." Osgod nodded. His confidence in Wulf was absolutely boundless, and though he revolted at the thought of retreat he knew well that so long as a chance of victory remained Wulf would not quit the field. When within two or three hundred yards of the enemy, Morcar advanced to the front of the line with his standard-bearer beside him.
"But the exertion may set your wounds bleeding afresh, Osgod," Wulf said, unable to repress a smile at Osgod's argument. "Methinks there is no fear of that. The most nights I have slept at monasteries, and have inquired from the monks, whom I told that I must needs stand by your side to-day, whether I should be fit.
Wulf kept close behind him, and they followed the edge of the swamp until Wulf saw the faint indication of a path he had before noticed. "Turn off here, Osgod; this is the place I spoke of. Let me go first, I am lightest."
"It is not the sore, Osgod; it is the veins that might burst out bleeding again." "That is what they said, master; but at present there is not much blood left in me, I think, and by the time it comes again my veins ought to have healed themselves.
"That is the best plan, doubtless," Wulf agreed. "My hawking suit and some of the others would be useless to me at court, and it would have been folly to have burdened ourselves with them if we are likely to return hither shortly." "Where shall we stop to-night?" Osgod asked. "At the monastery of the Grey Friars, where we put up on our way from London.
"You have had one good fight to-day, Osgod, and can do without another. I should be glad if we did not have to strike a blow till we see Gurth's banner coming down the valley." "We have done very well," Osgod agreed; "and I should be quite contented if I had but come across that rascal who nearly smothered me in the bog."
"That shall be done at once," Egbert replied; "there is never a lack of drink here, but the best is none too good for the occasion. And who is this youth with you?" he went on when he had given the necessary orders, pointing to Osgod, who was standing somewhat shyly apart. "He is my friend, and is going to be my body attendant and squire," Wulf said.
"You have been spoilt, Osgod, by a year of sleeping softly I marked more than once how thickly the rushes were strewn in that corner in which you always slept. How will it be when you have to stand the hardships of a soldier's life?"
Bring a torch here!" he shouted; and two or three soldiers came running up from the tents with lights. "Methinks it is one of my men," Harold said, and repeated the duke's question in Saxon. "I am Osgod, my lord, the servant of Wulf of Steyning, who with his friend, Guy de Burg, lies here beside me, I fear done to death." "I trust not, indeed," Harold said, stooping over the bodies.
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