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"Oh!" he gasped, and Dickie, looking up, whispered, "It's all up run. Never mind me. I shall get away all right." "No," said Edred, and then with a joyous leap of the heart perceived that the dark figure was Elfrida in her father's ulster. "Elfrida!" said both boys at once. "Well, you didn't think I was going to be out of it," she said. "I've been behind you all the way, Edred.
Wil. Malm. For in the third yeere of his reigne, Edred in the reuenge of such disloiall dealings in the Northumbers, destroied the countrie with fire & swoord, sleaing the most part of the inhabitants. He burnt the abbeie of Rippon, which was kept against him. Higd. Simon Dun.
Yet I would that thou wert something more careful. Thou mightest have killed thy brother, or have caused him life-long injury, today." Julian looked grave enough then; but Edred caressed his mother gently, saying: "Nay, chide him not. He is the best of brothers. It was as much my fault as his."
I would fain earn my forgiveness for having shielded one heretic by helping to give up another. "Come, Edred, let us be going. Those priests are as crafty as foxes when the heretic leaven gets into them."
And his armies fought the Northmen, the Danes, and Norwegians, or the Sea-Kings, as they were called, and beat them for the time. And, in nine years, Edred died, and passed away. Then came the boy-king EDWY, fifteen years of age; but the real king, who had the real power, was a monk named DUNSTAN a clever priest, a little mad, and not a little proud and cruel.
I fear not but that we have done right in the sight of God, even though we may not whisper in the confessional this deed, nor receive priestly absolution therefor." "God will give us His pardon if we have done amiss," said Edred thoughtfully. "But I have no fear that He regards this deed as a sin. It was done in His name, and as such will He receive it."
What have you done amiss? Only enjoyed yourself as nature has guided you. Why should you think God meant us to pass through life like those miserable shavelings Edred delights to honour? Cheer up, Elfric; your bright face was never meant for that of a hypocrite.
The sharp furze-spikes pricked his nose and paws, but True was not the dog to be stopped by little things like that. He only stopped every now and then to sneeze and blow, and then went on digging. Edred remembered the knife he had brought. It was the big pruning-knife out of the drawer in the hall. He pulled it out. He would cut away some of the furze branches.
Now there came to us as we stood and talked, a housecarle in a green cloak, and asked us if we had seen a warrior, wounded maybe, riding a great white horse, which, he added, had been Edred the Thane's, who was killed. "Aye, that have I," said Wulfhere, "what of him?" "Osric the Sheriff seeks him. Tell me quickly where I may find him." "Is Osric back in the town?" asked Wulfhere in surprise.
"I knew it was no good," Edred said crossly; "and I've made an ass of myself for nothing." "Well, I've often made one of myself," said Elfrida comfortingly, "and I will again if you like. But I don't suppose it'll be any more good than yours." Elfrida frowned fiercely and the feathers on her Indian head-dress quivered with the intensity of her effort. "Is it coming?"
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