“Does your father know the Saint’s handwriting, Elfric?” “He never heard from him before, I believe.” “Well, then, I will venture to enclose a different message,” and he sat down at the table, and wrote—“TO MY BROTHER IN CHRIST, “ELLA, THANE OF ÆSCENDUNE— “It rejoiceth me much, most beloved brother, to send you good tidings of the good behaviour and growth in grace of your son, whom the king hath concluded to send home for the benefit of his health, since London hath in some degree destroyed the ruddy hue of his countenance, and he needeth a change, as his paleness sufficiently declareth. “The king hath bidden me express his great satisfaction with the lad’s conduct, and the prince mourneth his enforced departure. Wishing you health and an abiding place in the favour of God and His saints—Your brother in the faith of Christ, “DUNSTAN, O.S.B.” The boys laughed aloud as they read the forgery. “But about the messenger—will he not tell the truth?” “Oh, I will see to him, he is not above a bribe, and knows it is his interest to serve his future king, although Dunstan thinks him so trusty.” All at once the booming of a heavy bell smote their ears. “It is the bell of St. Paul’s, it tolls for the death of some noble,” said Redwald; “what can it mean? has any member of the royal family been ill?” They listened to the solemn dirge-like sound as it floated through the air, calling upon all good Christians to pray for the repose of the departed or departing soul. No prayer rose to their lips, and they soon returned to the subject in hand. “When is the letter to be despatched?” “Early in the morning the messenger will await you; and now, I should recommend some sleep to prepare for a fatiguing journey.” Elfric and the prince returned to their chamber, but they did not take Redwald’s hint, and remained talking till just before daybreak, when they were aroused by the hasty step of an armed heel, and Redwald stood before them. His demeanour was very strange; he bent down on one knee, took the hand of Edwy, who resigned it passively to him, kissed it and cried aloud—“God save the king!” “What can you mean, Redwald?” exclaimed both the youths. “Heard you not the passing bell last night? Edred sleeps with his fathers; he died at Frome on St. Clement’s day.” For a moment they were both silent. “And Edwy, the great grandson of Alfred, is king of England.” At first the young prince was deeply shocked at the sudden news of the death of his uncle, to whom, in spite of appearances, he was somewhat attached. He turned pale, and was again silent for some minutes; at last, he gulped down a cup of water, and asked—“But how did Dunstan know?”