Hasting was one of the most celebrated of the Sea-Kings. He had fought with Alfred in England, had cruelly wasted France, and had even sailed into the Mediterranean and made himself dreaded in Italy; but with him it had been as with the old pirate in the poem: “Time will rust the sharpest sword, Time will consume the strongest cord; That which moulders hemp and steel, Mortal arm and nerve must feel. Of the Danish band, whom ‘Earl Hasting’ led, Many wax’d aged, and many were dead; Himself found his armor full weighty to bear, Wrinkled his brows grew, and hoary his hair; He leaned on a staff when his step went abroad, And patient his palfrey, when steed he bestrode. As he grew feebler, his wildness ceased, He made himself peace with prelate and priest; He made himself peace, and stooping his head, Patiently listen’d the counsel they said. “‘Thou hast murder’d, robb’d, and spoil’d, Time it is thy poor soul were assoil’d; Priests didst thou slay and churches burn, Time it is now to repentance to turn; Fiends hast thou worshipp’d with fiendish rite, Leave now the darkness and wend into light; Oh, while life and space are given, Turn thee yet, and think of heaven.’ “That stern old heathen, his head he raised, And on the good prelate he steadfastly gazed, ‘Give me broad lands on the “Eure and the Seine,” My faith I will leave, and I’ll cleave unto thine.’ Broad lands he gave him on ‘Seine and on Eure,’ To be held of the king by bridle and spear, “For the ‘Frankish’ King was a sire in age, Weak in battle, in council sage; Peace of that heathen leader he sought, Gifts he gave and quiet he bought; And the Earl took upon him the peaceful renown, Of a vassal and liegeman for ‘Chartres’ good town: He abjured the gods of heathen race, And he bent his head at the font of grace; But such was the grizzly old proselyte’s look, That the priest who baptized him grew pale and shook.” Such had been the history of Hasting, now Count of Chartres, who without doubt expected that his name and example would have a great effect upon his countrymen; but the answer to his question, “Heard ye never of Hasting?” met with no such answer as he anticipated. “Yes,” returned Rollo; “he began well, but ended badly.” “Will ye not, then,” continued the old pirate, “submit to my lord the King? Will ye not hold of him lands and honors?”