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"You must ask Relf if that is likely," said I, for I would not be angered by his angry words. "But I do not care to risk blame to you or me. Nought is gained by fighting thus." "Ask Relf, forsooth!" he snarled. "I care not to hear again how you lay hid in the pit yonder while others fought." "Have a care, Eldred," I said then. "You grow heedless in your anger, and go too far.
Her choice lay between Relf and Day and Socknersh. She knew that she meant to have Socknersh he was not the best shepherd, but she liked him the best, and he would mind her properly and take to her ways ... for a moment he seemed to stand before her, with his head stooping among the rafters, his great shoulders shutting out the window, his curious, brown, childlike eyes fixed upon her face.
"She is friendless, having no folk of her own nearer than Peterborough." "That is far off," said Relf, and began to think, twisting his beard as was his wont when pondering somewhat weighty.
Relf survived his master for forty years, and kept up his interest in the breed to the last. He used to say that the golden tinge peculiar to the Rosehill breed came from a bitch which had been mated with a dog belonging to Dr. Watts, of Battle, and that every now and then what he termed a "sandy" pup would turn up in her litters.
Owing to the scanty and salt pastures of winter, it had always been the custom on the marsh to send the young sheep for grazing on upland farms, and fetch them back in the spring as tegs. Joanna disposed of her young flock between Relf of Baron's Grange and Noakes of Mockbeggar, then, still accompanied by Alce, strolled down to inspect the wethers she had brought to the market.
"Come not if you fear her," said Wulfnoth; "bide with the horses if you will, while I and Olaf's cousin go in. Maybe there will be a message that he must take to his kinsman." "I have nought to seek from the old dame," said Relf, "nor is there aught that I fear from her. I give her venison betimes, as is fitting. I will bide with the horses."
Men will hardly believe it now. Relf could hardly believe us as we told him. Yet today, were I to ride into an East Saxon village shouting "The Danes!" there are men who would cast down tools and all else that they were busied with, and clutch at the weapons that rust on the wall before thought could come to them.
I did but speak my own wish," said the earl. "You and I will not be agreed on this matter." Then he turned to Relf, and began to give him some directions about a horse whereon to load the treasure. And Olaf and I went back up the ladder, leaving them, for the vault grew close and hot, and this was their business. The earl would take it back to Pevensea, where it would be safe.
But up the course of the stream came another party, and when we neared it, we saw that it was the earl himself with but a few followers, and he too was riding with hawk on wrist, and hounds in leash behind him, though it did not seem as if he had loosed either. "Ho, Relf, good morrow. What sport?" he said. "Little enough, lord earl, as yet," the thane said.
"It is a Kentish brooch," he said, "so shall men know that you are a friend of the earls of Kent and Sussex." That was an earl's giving indeed, but Godwine is ever open handed, and I am not alone in learning how he will give. "Now we must go back, and you shall seek this damsel again since old Relf is so set thereon.
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