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Updated: September 21, 2025
Rothgar said, with some approach to formal courtesy, "I ask you to pardon it that I have done what you dislike, for I wish that the least of all the world. And I give you thanks for your gift." Their hands clasped strongly as the trinket passed from grasp to grasp. Then the sage and the soldier turned and strode past the cowering figure of Randalin and out of the linen doorway.
As Randalin turned into the sunny highway, she looked back with a brave smile and waved her cap at the faded figure under the arch. But the nun, left in the moss-grown garden, wrapped in the peace of the grave, saw her through a blur of tears. "God guard you, my fledgeling," she whispered over and over. "My prayers be as a wall around you. My love go with you as a warm hand in your loneliness.
But he did not wait for her answer; instead, he stepped forward as though to avoid it and put a question to one of his huntsmen. And his wife turned and spoke sharply to the blond maiden behind her, whose more than usual fairness had given her the name of Candida, or "the white one." "Where is Randalin? I sent the garments to her an hour ago.
"If you want to play this game further, deal with me, for I also believe that you bade the Gainer murder Edmund." As though paralyzed by his amazement, Canute's arm dropped by his side. "You also believe it?" Little Dearwyn hid her face on the Danish girl's breast. "Oh, Randalin, would he do such a deed?" she gasped. "The while that he seemed so kind and gentle with us!
"Peace, chatterers!" she commanded; and drawing the girl to her, she spoke low and earnestly in her ear. Randalin looked up in surprise. "You will not see him, lady? Not though he bring news of the doings in the Palace?" "Heaven's mercy!" Elfgiva shrugged with a touch of scorn. "What abundance of news he has found to bring since the day he fell in with you at even-song!"
"Here, lady. What is your need?" To place the speaker Elfgiva raised her head slightly, laughing as she let it sink back. "Watching for him already, and the sun but little past noon? For shame, moppet! Come here." "So please you, I was watching the rain on the roses," Randalin excused herself with a blush as she came forward.
Yesterday you were no better able than I to say how things were with her." "How long?" Randalin repeated dreamily. Her gaze had gone back again to the rain, falling so softly that every pool in the sodden paths seemed to be full of lazily winking eyes. "Oh, there are many good chances that he will be here soon now. He is seldom later than the third hour after noon."
"Do you think I could not guess that you had no need to put your desire into words after you had shown Edric by your actions that your mind and his are one, after you had admitted by your bond with him that you hold the same curious belief about honor?" This time it was Randalin who clutched the English girl. "Oh!" she gasped.
"I do not know whether he lied or not," Randalin answered slowly; "but it seems to me great foolishness that you did not take the time into consideration. At the end of the harvest, any English house would be fitted out for weeks of feasting. You came the night the larder was fullest; and they have only spent one meal a day since."
Randalin broke in anxiously, and now she was all awake and staying the other's busy fingers to ensure her attention. "Not a few times it has seemed to me that he looks weary of heart, as though some struggle were sapping his strength. He swears it is not so, yet I think the rebellion of his pride against king-serving "
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