King Penda's Captain: A Romance of Fighting in the Days of the Anglo-SaxonsMac Bride, Mac Kenzie
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King Penda's Captain: A Romance of Fighting in the Days of the Anglo-Saxons
Mac Bride, Mac Kenzie
Great Britain -- History -- Anglo-Saxon period, 449-1066 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
Long time he lay, till at length he became ware of one kneeling beside
him, while strong wine was poured between his teeth; then soft lips
kissed his forehead and a soft voice whispered in his ear, “Awake, oh,
awake! Oh, what aileth thee, my Feargus? Now thou openest thine eyes.
Thanks be to God! hadst thou died I would have slain myself—there, drink
a little.” And then she kissed him again and wept and kissed, between joy
and grief. “Canst thou arise,” she said at length, “for there is danger
in lying here lest any should come. Better sit in my chamber till thou
art well—my tire-woman is abed.”
So Feargus arose and stepped into the light, but he no longer dare
look at her, but stood before her shamefaced and cringed on the ground
beneath, kissing her feet and asking forgiveness.
“I know not what it is that I must forgive; what hast thou ever done
that should need my forgiveness?”
Then Feargus told her and she went white and trembled, and wept again,
and refused his kisses and turned from him, till at last she forgave him
and he arose. And she told him all that had happened since she was taken
captive, and how she had set the tapestry on fire and been beaten by the
earl’s mother and had tried to find the battlements to fling herself from
them, and how she had gone instead into the hall where her enemy was and
been again sorely beaten. And he was full of rage and indignation and
grief and shame at his own doubts of one so noble and devoted.
“Then,” said she, “know that I knew thee the moment thou didst enter
despite thy disguise, for no other harper that ever me saw doth hold his
harp as fondly and strike it just as thou dost; but even had this not
been so, I should have known thee for Feargus among ten thousand, and so
overjoyed was I at seeing thee that I could scarce contain myself, for
never did I think the ring would betray him so quickly and I had little
hope indeed. Now thou must go, and at thy signal I will do as thou hast
bidden me, to-morrow, and I pray we may get hence with whole skins, but
my heart fails me at the thought.”
“Much have we come through and it will go hard if we do not escape from
this place.”
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