King Olaf's Kinsman: A Story of the Last Saxon Struggle against the Danes in the Days of Ironside and CnutWhistler, Charles W. (Charles Watts)
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King Olaf's Kinsman: A Story of the Last Saxon Struggle against the Danes in the Days of Ironside and Cnut
Whistler, Charles W. (Charles Watts)
Olav II, King of Norway, 995-1030 -- Fiction
Thus we parted, and I watched his sails fade and sink into the rim
of the southern sea, and then rode back to Relf feeling as if the
time to come had little brightness for me.
I went slowly, and by the longer way, for I had much to think of,
and I cared not just yet for the light talk of the happy people in
the Penhurst hall. And so I came into the way that leads across the
woodland through Ashburnham and so by the upper hammer ponds to
Penhurst, and when I was about a mile from the hall I met Uldra
coming from a side track.
"Why, thane," she said in her bright way, "is aught amiss?"
"I have lost my kinsman, lady," I said, "and I have none other left
me. Therefore I am sad enough. But these things must be, and the
shadow of parting will pass presently."
I got off my horse and walked beside her, and I was glad that I had
met her first of all. She had been to some sick thrall, and was now
returning.
"Partings are hard," she said, "but one may always hope to meet
again."
Then I said, speaking my thoughts:
"I must go west into Wessex with the earl's ships, and I have more
partings to come therefore."
She made no answer at once, and I thought that none was needed; but
when she spoke again her voice was graver than before.
"You would be near our king if possible by doing so?"
"That is my thought," I answered. "If I wait in this pleasant place
I may be far from him when the day comes that I should stand at his
side again."
"You have six weeks--not so much by two days--yet," she said
thoughtfully. "It is not long. Then you will be fighting once
more."
"I hope so--and not in vain at last," I answered. "All our land
longs for peace."
"Aye, and they tell me that you have a search to make," she said,
looking away across the woodlands that lay down the valley to our
right. "I fear there will be sorrow if--if you fall."
"Aye, I have a search that has been made hard for me," I said
somewhat bitterly. "Truly I had not thought of falling; but it is
in my mind that little grief will be in that quarter if I do so.
Those who might have ended the search in an hour or two have kept
their charge more deeply hidden than ever from me."
"Is that the maiden's doing, think you?" she said, hesitating a
little, for the question was not an easy one for her to put, maybe.
But it was like her to make excuse for others.
"I cannot tell," said I, "but I think it likely. We were but
children, and she fears me now."
"That is to be seen," she said; "but I hope that you will find her.
What shall you do if--if she loves you not now?"
"I would let her go free, surely."
"Even if you found you loved her yet?"
"Aye. I would not hold her bound were she unwilling."
"But if it were the other way--if she would wed you willingly, and
you--well, were unwilling?"
"I would keep troth," said I; "she should not know it."
She laughed softly and answered:
"You could not hide that from her."
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