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But of one thing we all feel sure; Anlaf cannot be alive, or revenge would lead him here. December 1013. Ethelred has fled to Normandy. He sent Queen Emma and her children before him. Sweyn, the Dane, is now King of England. There seems no resource but submission. We are told Edric Streorn is in high favour in the Pagan court; and still is ealdorman of Mercia. Alas! what a Christmas!
They say the Danes have gone into winter quarters on the Thames, and that all the neighbourhood pays them tribute. London has hitherto gallantly resisted their attacks. Edric Streorn has married the king's daughter, Edmund's half-sister, Elgitha. Is this a time to be "marrying and giving in marriage"? Edmund is frantic about it. February 1010. Woeful news.
There was something in the form and manner of this stranger which even in the brief moment conveyed recognition to the mind of our hero; and a second glance, which was all he dared to cast, as he withdrew from the spot, revealed to him the face of a traitor. It was Edric Streorn.
Little changed since we last beheld him rode the traitor, for so all but the king accounted him, Edric Streorn. Peter and Paul, and escorted him through the streets to the palace, which stood in what was then a central position, on the spot now called Bishop's Court.
"Art thou an Englishman or a Dane?" said the Etheling, bending over the dying ruffian in his anxiety to learn the whole truth. "What is that to thee?" "Much, if thou wouldst escape death." "Escape death! I cannot. Neither wilt thou escape Edric Streorn, and I shall not die unavenged. Ah! young springal, thou wilt not escape again. To think that thy puny hand should give Higbald his death blow!
Stand forth, Edric Streorn, for thou art the man, and my sword shall prove it, if need be." "Edmund, thou ravest," cried the king; "produce thy witnesses." "Alfgar, son of Anlaf, answer; whom didst thou espy talking with Sweyn?" "Edric Streorn." "How didst know him?" "Because he threatened my life on St. Brice's night, and I had often seen him while dwelling in Mercia."
But when all these congratulations were over, and we had learned all that Alfgar had to tell, there was evidently something on the mind of the prince. "Alfgar and I have a very important duty to perform," he said. I waited, and he proceeded. "There has been grievous treachery in our ranks. Edric Streorn has sold us to the Danes." "I feared as much," said I, sadly.
The only thing he could not quite comprehend was, why they had thought it worth while to imprison him, when murder would seem the more convenient mode of removing an unpleasant witness. Early on the following day he heard some people approach the door of the house, and heard them admitted. Shortly afterwards a firm step ascended the stair, and the door opened. Edric Streorn stood before him.
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