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Updated: May 10, 2025
The great-limbed warrior and his fair wife had their eyes upon him, and were smiling good-naturedly. Then Osuin spoke in thick-throated Latin. 'Shall we be gone, lord Basil? From the end of the terrace, Basil looked back. Athalfrida stood with her arm about the maiden's waist; both gazed towards him, and Veranilda waved her hand.
They talked together; then the lady returned, a troubled smile on her face, and said softly to Veranilda: 'Some one wishes to speak with you some one who comes with the king's good-will. Veranilda looked towards Osuin. 'You cannot mean ? she faltered. 'No other, replied Athalfrida, nodding gaily. 'Are you at leisure? Some other day, perhaps?
Though a daughter of the abhorred Ebrimut, Veranilda was of Amal blood, and, despite what seemed her weakness and her errors, it soon appeared that she cherished fervidly the glory of the Gothic name. This contradiction puzzled the wife of Osuin, whose thoughts could follow only the plainest track.
Had I a hammer here, I would splinter the evil face. I would not have my boys look at it and think it beautiful. A heavy footstep sounded on the terrace. Turning, they saw Osuin, an armed giant, with flowing locks, and thick, tawny beard. 'Wife, a word with you, he shouted, beckoning from some twenty paces away.
When Basil, after brief despondency came forth on to the open terrace, he saw her at a distance, standing with Athalfrida and Osuin. Their looks invited him to approach, and, when he was near, Veranilda stepped towards him. 'It will not be long, she said calmly, 'before we again meet. The lord Osuin promises, and he speaks for the king. Basil bowed in silence.
Osuin heard a terrible threat fall from his lips, and the same evening whispered it to Athalfrida. 'He will do well, answered his wife, with brows knit.
What graces they had they owed to nature, not to any cultivation of the mind. Their health Buffered in a nomadic life from the ills of the country, the dangers of the climate, and the children by whom a few were accompanied, showed a degeneracy of blood which threatened the race with extinction. Foremost in rank among them was Athalfrida, sister to the king, and wife of a brawny lord named Osuin.
'The king leaves all to my discretion, and I ask nothing better than to do you kindness. Shall it be here, or within? Veranilda whispered 'Here'; whereupon Osuin received a sign, and stalked off. A few minutes passed, and Athalfrida, who, after caresses and tender words, had drawn apart, as if to watch her children playing, beheld the expected visitor.
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