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"Business," said Siward. But, being a Siward, he was obliged to add "partly." "Business partly," repeated the doctor. "What's the matter with business partly?" "I don't know. There are rumours. Hetherington is pounding us apparently. That Inter-County crowd is acting ominously, too. There's something underhand, somewhere."
He took with him a splendid assortment of plunder and a long train of English nobles, among whom the young atheling Edgar, Stigand, Archbishop of Canterbury, Earls Edwin and Morcar, Waltheof, son of Siward, the Abbot of Glastonbury, and a thane of Kent, are mentioned by name.
Sometimes they took Quarrier, sometimes, when Mrs. Once Grace Ferrall asked Siward to join them; but no definite time being set, he was scarcely surprised to find them gone when he returned from a morning on the snipe meadows.
Siward spoke pleasantly to them all. Vendenning whom he did not know, and finally his hostess Grace Ferrall with her piquant, almost boyish, freckled face and sweet frank eyes and the figure of an adolescent. She gave Siward one pretty sun-browned hand and laid the other above his, holding it a moment in her light clasp. "Stephen!
"As speaks my brother of Canterbury, speak I," said William, Bishop of London, another Norman. But then there rose up a form at whose rising all murmurs were hushed. Grey and vast, as some image of a gone and mightier age towered over all, Siward, the son of Beorn, the great Earl of Northumbria. "We have naught to do with the Normans.
Edwin and Morcar had once more changed sides, or had fled from William's court to escape some danger there. Edwin had been killed in trying to make his way through to Scotland, but Morcar had joined the refugees in Ely. Bishop Ethelwin of Durham was also there, and a northern thane, Siward Barn. In 1074 William advanced in person against the "camp of refuge."
They became unreasonably gay almost immediately, though the beverage scarcely accounted for the delicate intoxication that seemed to creep into their veins. Yet it was sufficient for Siward to say an amusing thing wittily, for Sylvia to return his lead with all the delightful, unconscious brilliancy that he seemed to inspire in her as though awaking into real life once more.
She thought awhile, brushing the rose velvet of her mouth with the fan's edge, then, looking up confidently: "Mr. Siward is such a boy. I'm so glad he has you to advise him in such matters." "What matters?" asked Plank bluntly. "Why, in in financial matters." "But I don't advise him." "Why not?" "Because he hasn't asked me to, Miss Landis."
"He is the sweetest fellow with his mother," sighed Grace; "and that counts heavily with me. But there's trouble ahead for her sorrow and trouble enough for them both, if he is a true Siward." "Heredity again!" said Sylvia impatiently. "Isn't he man enough to win out? I'll bet you he settles down, marries, and " "Marries? Not he!
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.
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