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Question away, Fred, my son, and mine shall be the task to pour the wisdom in as far as I have it," he added, with a sigh. Alfred stood at the great entrance late that afternoon when the loud barking of the dogs told of the young hunters' return, and as soon as they came in sight Red cried: "There, I told you so; Fred's along with old Swythe."
"I told you I'm going to make it yellow," said Swythe, laying his work well out in the sunshine to get thoroughly dry.
"I'm very sorry I did not know," said the boy sadly; and then he looked on in wonder, for the monk bent down, gave a gentle puff with his breath, and the gold was blown up, to fall back into its place. "Why, I thought it would be quite hard and heavy," said Alfred. "And it's twenty times as thin as the parchment!" said Swythe. "Now then, suppose we make the letter of gold."
"Which Heaven forbid!" cried Swythe, with a look of horror on his face. "Oh, dear me, Ethelbald, what a thing for you to say! Shocking, my dear boy." "I don't want him to be killed," cried Bald. "Of course not. But if he should be killed I shall become King directly, and I shall order everybody to do what I like, and no one will dare to say a word.
The first thing I shall do," he continued, with a laugh, "will be to send old Swythe away, so that there will be no more learning Latin, boys, and no crabbing fingers up to hold tens."
Then came the most interesting part of the lesson, for, after Swythe had placed his colours ready red, yellow, and blue all in powders ground up so fine that it was necessary to shut out the breeze which came in at the window, Alfred learned how the monk made his brushes, by taking a tuft of badger's hair and tying up one end carefully with a very fine thread of flax.
"So will you soon!" said Swythe, smiling, and still painting away, till at the end of a couple of hours, which seemed to have passed away like magic, the monk began to carefully clean his brush with water. "That's done now!" cried Alfred, with a sigh of as much sorrow as pleasure, for he felt it to be a pity that the task was finished.
Father has gone to fight the Danes, and while he's away, as I am the eldest, I shall act in his place, and shall expect everyone to obey me as if I were King." "Oh, no, no, no," cried Swythe, looking shocked. "Our dear lady Osburga is Queen, and everyone must obey her." "Do not speak of that to me!" cried Ethelbald. "She is only a woman, and cannot manage the men. Why, if father should be killed "
Swythe could see no sign of anything. "There is no news," he said sadly. "Let us go back. The Queen is waiting to hear what we have found." "There is news," cried the boy excitedly. "I can see the points of spears right away there in the valley. Look, the sun shines upon them and makes them glitter." "Yes, I see now," cried Swythe excitedly. "Quick, let's try and run, boy. The Danes! The Danes!
But, as if he expected this, Swythe put out his own hand and caught his pupil's just in time, creating such a breeze, though, that the very thin gold leaf rose up at the corner and fell over, doubling nearly in half. "There, you see how fine it is!" cried Swythe.
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