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The hollowness of their sockets made the boy's large eyes look larger, and his fever-flush trebled their brightness. Sebert said, with a poor attempt at a smile, "Little did I think that my hospitality would ever produce such a guest. Poor youngling! You would better have crept out to your countrymen, as I bade you." Again the dark head shook obstinately.
Only a glimpse, for even as he looked, Rothgar caught his cloak and pulled him ahead. "Yonder door is a better place to look through; already it is open, and the shadow inside is thick enough to hide us." Pricked as he was by a dozen spurs, Sebert offered no resistance. In a moment, they stood just out of reach of the square of light which fell through the open doorway.
At last he said unexpectedly, "If you would not obey my summons until my men had dealt with you by force, it cannot be said that you have much respect for my authority. Do you not then acknowledge me as King of the English?" Rothgar betrayed impatience at this branching aside. Sebert himself showed surprise. He said hesitatingly, "I I cannot deny that.
Edward the Confessor, and Queen Editha, his wife; Henry V., and Queen Catherine of Valois, his wife; Edward III., and Queen Philippa, his wife; Richard II., and Queen Anne, his wife. And on the south side of the choir, King Sebert, and Queen Anne of Cheve, wife to Henry VIII. East of St.
The village of Hurley, five minutes' walk from the lock, is as old a little spot as there is on the river, dating, as it does, to quote the quaint phraseology of those dim days, "from the times of King Sebert and King Offa."
Then he sent her back by the one semblance of a path which ran through the forest, and himself rode on to his hunters. All doorways, Before going forward, Should be looked to; For difficult it is to know Where foes may sit Within a dwelling. Ha'vama'l. "Once more, Lord Sebert, be exhorted to turn back," old Morcard spurred forward to offer a last remonstrance as city gates yawned before them.
Sebert smiled his satisfaction as the sandals pattered away. He had foreseen this interval of waiting, indeed, he had timed his arrival to gain it, and it was his design to put it to good use. While he swallowed what he wanted of the wafers and wine which were brought him, he took measure of the reverend servitor, with the result that, as he set down the goblet, he ventured a question.
While the maids whispered excitedly in one another's ears, Hildelitha began to sniff behind her apron. "I do not see why you wanted to bring him home, Lord Sebert. You know that Danes are odious to me since my husband, of holy memory, fell under their axes most detestable Yet I would not anger you, my honey-sweet lord," she broke off abruptly.
While all stared at him, he rose slowly and stood before them, a dazzling figure as the light caught the steel of his ring-mail and turned his polished helm to a fiery dome. "Sebert Oswaldsson," he said slowly, "I did not feel much love toward you the first time I saw you, and it is hard for me not to hate you now, when I see what you are going to be the cause of.
"That is something that had clean fallen out of my mind to tell you, Lord Sebert," Morcard spoke up hastily.
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