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Updated: June 9, 2025
Glorying in his deed, she stood shining sun-like upon him until the red cloaks of the advancing warriors came between like scarlet clouds. "Who are you?.... What is your errand?.... How came you here?" she heard them demand. And, after a pause, in disbelieving chorus, "Rothgar Lodbroksson! .... Does that sound likely?.... Where is he, then?"
As for my camp-life, ask Rothgar himself, or Elfgiva, or the King or any soldier of the host! Of them all, you alone have thought such thoughts of me." She flung up her hands against him in a kind of heart-broken rage. "You! To whose high-mindedness I trusted everything I have!" Hiding her face, she ran from them, sobbing, into the house.
That she is the most beautiful of women, all the world knows; but I have always supposed that her wit stopped with her temper, which is suspected to be shorter than her hair." Rothgar grunted scornfully. "It is easy for a fool to speak some wisdom if she keeps her tongue moving all the time."
Never have I so much as hinted to yonder peace-nithing a word of harm against Edmund Ironside." From Thorkel the Tall came one of his rare laughs, a sound like the grating of a rusty hinge, and Rothgar unfolded his arms to fling them out in angry rejection. "This is useful to learn!" he sneered.
You must have gotten yourself fitted out for the rest of your life since at last you were willing to leave." "Lord," Rothgar began, "I have come back to you as poor as I went " But the King interrupted him, as at that moment, in the figure hesitating at the door, he recognized his missing ward. "Say not so, when you have brought back the bright blade we mourned as lost!"
Though she managed to keep her eyes upon her cup, Randalin could not hinder a wave of burning color from over-running her face. Seeing it, Rothgar held up his handless left arm for silence. "You act in a mannerless way, Snorri Gudbrandsson, when you remind a high-spirited youth that he has been disgraced in his mind. Yet do not let that prevent your joy, my Bold One.
Even Randalin uttered a cry; and Rothgar caught his King by the arm as though to snatch him out of bodily peril. "Only one way would be possible, Canute! Your waist is not so big as one of his arms. His sword would cleave you as if it cut water." Half laughing, but more resentful, the King freed himself. "Now do you hold my power so lightly? More than once have I gotten under your guard.
Still Rothgar did not strike. It was the King who spoke this time also. "Among the sayings of men in Norway," he said coldly, "there is one they tell of a traitor who carried a sword of death against his King, but lacked the boldness to use it before the King's face. So he begged his lord to wrap a cloak around his head that he might get the courage to ask a boon.
He laughed again, and was opening his mouth to repeat some of the suspicions he had shared with Rothgar when something about her stopped him, whether it was the way she bore her head or something in her deep eyes. Dropping his derision, he spoke bluntly: "What reason in the world could cause you to behave thus if it is not that he is your lover?"
After one look, however, she let it fall with an expression of awe upon her dimpled face. "The ring Canute gave Elfgiva that he won from the giant Rothgar? Heaven forbid that I should press upon her secrets! My ears tingle yet from the cuff I got only for looking at yonder dirty scroll. Yet how long is it since you were taken into their councils, Tata?
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