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He was ever at Penhurst I should have thought ill of him if he had not been for Dallington was close at hand, and he was ever welcome. After that talk with the lady I must needs ask Sexberga what she thought concerning my strange betrothal, she having had so much to say thereon before.
And among all those faces were nought but welcoming looks save from one only. I did not note this, being taken up with watching how they greeted Uldra, for that seemed to me to be the only thing that I cared about. If I had any thought of Sexberga now, it was as if she had been my sister, and I hoped that she would be pleased with the maiden who was thus brought to her unlooked for.
Now when that memory came to me, suddenly I thought that I must see Sexberga. And it was strange to me that I had no pleasure in that thought. Most of all I hoped that Olaf would put in at Pevensea on his way to Normandy. It was likely enough. So I sat and pondered, not sadly, but looking forward ever, and, as I say, feeling that a load was lifted from me.
So I made no answer, and Sexberga went on: "Now must you seek her as soon as you can, for that is your part as a good warrior a good knight, as Father Anselm will say when he hears thereof." "Surely I shall go back this spring with our earl," I said. "Then shall I find her, for she and her nurse will come back from their hiding when peace is sure."
Then Sexberga clasped her hands together, and said: "Shall I ever forget the time when we fled to Pevensea before the outlaws? And to think of that terror if it had lasted for days and weeks and months maybe, as it would for your Hertha. Could you in no way seek her, Redwald?"
"He has indeed been a good friend to me." "Not I," said Relf; "you fought for me. It was my wife and Sexberga, my daughter, who tended you." Now at that name, which she already knew, the maiden looked quickly away from me, and a little flush began to creep up into her face, with pleasure as it would seem. "I have heard of your daughter Sexberga already," she said to Relf with a little smile.
"I feel as the blessed dead might feel should they be forced to leave the shelter of their graves and look out upon the world." Rising from its knees beside a bed of herbs, a second figure in faded robes approached the gate. Sister Sexberga was very old, much older than her companion, and her face was a wrinkled parchment whereon Time had written some terrible lessons.
So he said, and so it is, and our England is rising from the strife into a mighty oneness that has never been hers before. We went to London before long to see the great wedding that was made for Godwine, my friend, and Gyda, the fair daughter of Ulf the jarl, and niece of Cnut himself. There also were Relf and the lady of Penhurst, and Eldred and Sexberga, and many more of Wulfnoth's thanes.
Indeed, I think that I should almost have forgotten that I had any, but for the foolishness of Sexberga, which bid fair to turn all things to sadness at one time. I had spoken with her mother about my search for Hertha, telling her plainly all that had passed between me and Ailwin, and I asked her to tell me what she thought I must do now.
And there was Sister Sexberga beside me, with Bertric's sword, that had hung over his berth, in her hand; and her eyes were flashing, and it seemed to me that she had used a sword before this, or had learnt its use. It was reddened now. The men gave back, and Egil came before me and he was laughing. "That is enough, Redwald of Bures," he said. "I owe you a life, and you have it.
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