"My father, if you claim my obedience, I must even go with you to your people, but it will be to my death. I have said I am a Christian." "And dost thou think I have found thee--thee, my only son--to part with thee again so easily? nay, thou art and shalt be mine, and, if not mine, then thou shalt be the grave's; for either thou shalt live as thy ancestors have lived, a warrior and a hero, or the earth shall cover thee and my disgrace together." "Father, I can die." "Thou dost not fear death then?" "Thou hast left one behind thee--one who did not fear to die the martyr's death." "Dost thou mean Bertric of Aescendune?" "I do; they slew him, cruelly, although neither he nor his have ever dealt cruelly with thy people." "Thy people, why not our people? art thou ashamed of thy kindred?" "Of their cruelty and treachery." Anlaf laughed aloud. "Cruelty and treachery indeed! and canst thou say that here? who set the example in this place? "Come boy, come," he continued, "I will lead thee to those who shall soon talk or drive all this Christian nonsense out of your young head; meanwhile, do not disgrace yourself and me by attempting to escape." Alfgar sighed, and accompanied his father, so inopportunely found, back to the camp. Arrived there, the word was given at once to mount, and the whole party started on the return journey to the south. Alfgar cast a longing glance behind at the spot where he knew all that was mortal of poor Bertric was left, to be, so far as the Danes cared, the prey of the wolf or the kite; but the young Dane knew well that, if any were yet alive at Aescendune, the hallowed temple of the martyr would not want its due honour. All his heart was with his English friends; he felt that in going to the Danish camp he was really going to his death, for although within a few years the conversion of the Northmen took place, yet at this period their hatred of Christianity was simply ferocious, and his father belonged to the old heathen conservatives of his day, as did all his kinsfolk. "O Aescendune, once happy Aescendune!" was the thought, the bitter thought, as each hour placed a larger barrier of space between Alfgar and his late home; all its happy memories came freshly back upon him, and particularly the thought of Ethelgiva, his betrothed, from whom he was so ruthlessly torn, torn as if he left part of himself behind. They reached the confines of the forest by daybreak. Before them stretched an open country, where wild heaths alternated with cornfields, and wooded hills were of frequent occurrence upon the landscape. All at once a signal of caution was given, and the whole party retired again within the cover of the wood, where they could see, for they were on an eminence, the whole district before them without being seen.