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Only a few thralls were about, and the cook himself had gone into the town. "Here is our brother," I said, "and there is somewhat wrong." He came moodily up to us, and sat him down, saying nothing, and he leaned his head on his hands for a while. "What is amiss, brother?" said Withelm. "Wait," he answered. "I will think before I speak."
But then, too, I knew that the craft of Alsi was at work in this message. He had his own reasons for wishing the earl out of the way. Long spoke Withelm and the priest David together, until it was time for them to seek the palace; and when they came there, they spoke to Mord also.
Moreover, she had heard of Curan by this time, though she had not seen him before. So she said no more, and went on proudly enough, with her mighty attendant after her; but all the while it was in her mind that there was some jest, or maybe wager, between the two. Now Withelm stopped at the gate; but I was not there, for I had been sent to the palace, where guards were to be at each door.
"Would that it were the dream, for that is not all of sorrow, and that also is of things so long past that they are forgotten. I can bear that, for your voice always drives it away. But now the hand of Alsi the king is on me for some ill of his own " "Stay," said Withelm. "Let us go out and speak, if that name is to be heard. It were safer." "Less safe, brother," answered Havelok.
I could see the downfall that was in store for Alsi, and I thought also that I saw hope for the winning back of the Danish kingdom, with an East Anglian host to back us. And this also saw Withelm, and his eyes sparkled. But Havelok knew not yet all that had grown so plain to us. He ended, and we said nothing for a moment.
And when Goldberga had heard all, she was silent for a long way, and then wept a little, but at last told Withelm that all this had been foretold to her in her dream. "Yet I am glad," she said, "that I did not know this for certain, else had my Havelok thought that I did but wed him for his birth.
It seemed only the other day that I had passed over the well-known ways, and I showed Withelm the hollow where Grim had met with the king and taken his precious burden from him.
It seemed as if he was ill at ease, and he went more quickly than was his wont, so that presently Raven and little Withelm lagged behind us with their burdens, for our catch had been a good one. Then he stopped outside the garth when we reached home, and told me not to go in yet.
It was little Withelm, and why a ten-year-old boy should be here I could not think. But I called him softly, and he started somewhat, turning and trying to look through the darkness towards me, though he did not seem afraid. There was a little fire of dry sticks burning on the stones, and the gaunt old statue seemed to look more terrible than ever in its red blaze.
And then from across the space between the two lines of onlookers I saw a man in a fisher's dress that caught my eye. It was Withelm, and we nodded to each other, well pleased. Now there seemed to be a strife as to who should get nearest to Havelok, for men crowded to pat him and to look up at him, and that pleased him not at all.
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