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I hear Edric Streorn is confirmed in the earldom of Mercia. I still fear that man. Sunday after Ascension, 1017. On this happy Sunday it has pleased God to restore us to our home once more. The priory is rebuilt in more than its former beauty, and the hall beside it stands conspicuous in its splendour.
Further details we could not gather. All was over when we arrived. Full of indignation, I and my brethren advanced straight upon the group surrounding the sheriff, the crafty and cruel Edric Streorn, and in the name of God denounced the cruelty and sin of which they had been guilty. "Sir monk," was the reply, "are you traitor to your king that you thus league yourself with his deadly enemies?
We hear of an appointment which causes us much apprehension. The king Ethelred has appointed Edric Streorn ealdorman of Mercia; we are in his district, and fear it may bode evil to us all. Edmund is beside himself with rage; he vows that if Edric appears in these woods he will slay him as he would a wolf. May 1008.
May God mercifully continue peace in our days. "Stablish the thing, O God, that thou hast wrought in us." Christmas, 1017. Strange news greet our festival. Edric Streorn has gone suddenly, unhouselled, unanointed, unabsolved, to his great account. Hermann, who is now an officer in the royal hus-carles, has arrived from court, and from him we have learnt all particulars.
Elfwyn will not even yet consent to the marriage, saying, "Wait a little while; we have not yet done with the Danes." I fear he is right. June 1015. Herstan is here, and has brought us sad news. A great council has just been held at Oxford, whereat Edric Streorn, to the indignation of all men, sat at the king's right hand. Would this had been all!
Ten years ago, this very day, God in His mercy delivered us from the raging Danes at Cliffton, on Tamesis, and now He hath delivered us again out of the hands of the raging lion, even of Edric Streorn, and we are all spared to keep our Christmas in peace in the woods of Aescendune.
The Danes, discomfited for the moment, having lost half their number, had retired, probably waiting for reinforcements, and the victor addressed Edmund. "Look," he cried; "this man is a servant of Edric Streorn." "Is it true, fellow?" said Edmund sternly. "What if it is? I am dying now, and it cannot matter to me." The last words were interrupted by a convulsive struggle.
They then exchanged their garments and arms in token of peace, and Edmund became Canute, and Canute Edmund." Roger of Wendover, Bohn's Edition. xviii The Death of Edmund. This lamentable occurrence is involved in much mystery. Edric Streorn was generally credited with the deed, although some writers, e.g. William of Malmesbury, think he used the aid of attendants on the king, whom he bribed.
Both rooms were hung with tapestry, which concealed rough walls, such as a builder would blush to own as his handiwork in these luxurious days. Before retiring to rest, Edmund turned with much affection to his attendant. "Alfgar, I have promised to forgive our enemy." "Edric Streorn?" Alfgar added no more. "Couldst thou forgive him?" "I would try." "His hand is red with blood.
The conversation of the Sheriff, Edric Streorn, rose up in my mind as an apt illustration of Anlaf's words. "My boy," I said, "there is nothing perfect on earth. In the visible church the evil is mingled with the good.
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