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Updated: June 20, 2025
He dismissed the leach sent to him by Vebba, and confided, not without reason, to the Vala's skill. And how happily went his hours beneath the old Roman roof!
"The oath, I have heard, was backed," said the knight drily, "by a present to Hardicanute, who after the death of King Harold resolved to avenge the black butchery; a present, I say, of a gilt ship, manned by fourscore warriors with gold-hilted swords, and gilt helms. But let this pass." "Let it pass," echoed Vebba with a sigh. "Bloody were those times, and unholy their secrets."
It must be hard to please those who had Siward of the strong arm for their Earl before." Of late I hear that the Northmen murmur. Tostig is a man indeed dour and haughty." After a few more questions and answers on the news of the day, Vebba rose and said: "Thanks for thy good fellowship; it is time for me now to be jogging homeward.
"Return, brave and dear friend," he said to Vebba, "find out Siward the Earl; tell him that I, Godwin, his foe in the old time, place honour and life in his hands, and what he counsels that will we do. Go." The Kent man nodded, and regained his boat. Then spoke Harold. "Father, yonder are the forces of Edward; as yet without leaders, since the chiefs must still be in the halls of the King.
If thou art there a little after noon, depend on it thou wilt see Harold riding that way." "Thank thee heartily, friend Godrith," said Vebba, taking his leave, "and forgive my bluntness if I laughed at thy cropped head, for I see thou art as good a Saxon as e'er a franklin of Kent and so the saints keep thee."
There halting, he said with a grave smile: "I perceive that the Norman Count hath sent us his bodes; it is meet that with me, you, the defenders of England, should hear what the Norman saith." "If he saith aught but prayer for his men to return to Rouen, needless his message, and short our answer," said Vebba, the bluff thegn of Kent.
Holy Virgin!" cried Vebba, with his mouth full of the Phrygian attagen, "how came anything Moorish in our Christian island?" Godrith laughed outright. "Why, our cook here is Moorish; the best singers in London are Moors. Look yonder! see those grave comely Saracens!" "Comely, quotha, burnt and black as a charred pine-pole!" grunted Vebba; "well, who are they?"
If thou art there a little after noon, depend on it thou wilt see Harold riding that way." "Thank thee heartily, friend Godrith," said Vebba, taking his leave, "and forgive my bluntness if I laughed at thy cropped head, for I see thou art as good a Saxon as e'er a franklin of Kent and so the saints keep thee."
Many, indeed, were cut off, but Gurth, Leofwine, and Vebba hewed the way for their followers to the side of Harold, and entered the entrenchments, close followed by the nearer foe, who were again repulsed amidst the shouts of the English.
"Enough," cried Vebba, the blunt thegn from Saxon Kent; "it is plain that neither King nor Witan can replace thee in thine earldom. Tell us not farther of these atrocities; or by're Lady, if the Northumbrians had chased thee not, we would."
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