"Bonny, for sure," answered the young man. "Pity they have no smell--as it were, no soul. They are rank, too, I think. O lady mother, this morning I heard Ethelfrith singing to herself...." * * * * * "Why, Leofgythe, whither away?" said Ethelfrith. Said the waiting-maid: "Lady, there is great mirth afoot to-night for us of the household. The Queen hath given us leave that we may go to the dancing at Aegelstane the Thane's. I beseech you, my lady, that ye forget not to comb your locks right thoroughly; they must shine like gold for King Ethelbert." "Good luck go with thee, Leofgythe," cried the Lady gaily. "I would we might have dancing too. But I fear me we shall be too few." And she passed on up the staircase. In the palace hall King Ethelbert and Queen Cynerith sat facing one another across a little table, playing at chess. All was not well between them. The Queen leant very far over the board, and her lips were pouting. Her fingers rested lightly upon the head of a chessman. Suddenly she withdrew her hand, and launched a side-long look at her opponent from beneath drooping lashes. Ethelbert's brow was black, and for an instant there appeared in his eyes a glint of loathing. Then Cynerith surveyed the board once more and played her piece. It was checkmate. As by a common impulse, they both rose, making no comment upon the game. The Queen was flushed and quivering. Ethelbert bowed to her and strode hurriedly from the hall. Cynerith went then to King Offa's private chamber. The King was there alone: he smiled at sight of her, and greeted her lovingly. Cynerith stood before him, rapping one foot upon the earthen floor. "My lord," she burst forth at last, "what will ye do if things fall out even so as your dearest wishes be undermined?" Offa spread wide his hands. "How now, sweetheart?" he queried, laughing. "It were well to be ready. If East Anglia become our foe--if Ethelbert will not wed with Ethelfrith----?" "Not wed with Ethelfrith! Not wed my little maid! How, wife, what meanest thou?" "I understand not, for my life," said Cynerith, "which way things are faring between them twain! It is my belief that Ethelbert is here to pick a quarrel with thee, Offa." "Tush, woman, woman! I have marked nought of this." "Thou wilt own that my woman's wit is ever quicker than thine own, husband. I think he beareth little love to our daughter, and none to thee or me, or any of us. For all he is so mild, and his tongue so smooth, he is a man to scheme deep undertakings. Why hath he brought with him so great an armed train--greater far than a wedding warranteth? Offa, I tell thee this youth will some day spread his sway in England, even so far as thou hast spread thine!" "If I thought he truly scorned my daughter...." "Shall we let him go forth, husband, wed or unwed? Thou shouldst set him straightway in ward, the wheedling knave! or there are other ways, maybe!"