Star of Mercia : $b historical tales of Wales and the MarchesDevereux, Blanche
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Star of Mercia : $b historical tales of Wales and the Marches
Devereux, Blanche
Herefordshire (England) -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Short stories; Shropshire (England) -- Fiction; Wales -- Fiction
Then Sweyn took pen in hand, and wrote unto Edward our King, his sister
Edith the lady's lord, begging this thing of him: That whereas Algive
Aldred's daughter had taken the holy oath-plight in full early youth,
for dread of her kindred, whom she might not withstand, this Algive
might now be freed of her oath, and be wedded to him, Sweyn Godwinson,
as his lawful wife. Now blessed Edward was a great saint, ywiss. Did
any man ill or slightingly by this Edward's self, his laws or his
kingship, then had the King towards him the kind heart of a woman: but
woe betide that one that had wrought wrong to Holy Church! He alone
would find starkness in King Edward. For him had our Lord King heart of
stone! When he had read the writing of Lord Sweyn, he cut and tore the
same in shreds, and stamping his foot upon the ground, swore by blessed
Dunstan's bones that Sweyn Godwinson should rue the day wherein he was
born.
King Edward was abiding at Winchester, and Earl Godwin and his other
sons were with him. Unto his father sent Sweyn then for help, but
Godwin did most straitly let that he should not come to him: nor would
any of his brethen hold speech with Sweyn, but Harold only.
Then was Algive the Abbess stricken with fear, and wanhope, and bitter
remorse, and she fled from before Earl Sweyn, and hid herself in the
house of a kinsman of mine own, in the borough of Pevensey, in
Kentland, where, try as he would, he might never come at her. Here, in
the summer of the next year, her son Haco was born.
And about this tide was Sweyn Godwinson outlawed by Witenagemote, and
became as a wolf, and his head as a wolf's head, and thus any man might
slay him, and yet go guiltless of blood.
And Sweyn fled to the sea-shore, and took ship with his house-carles,
and fared unto his Danish kin, and with them roved the seas a viking,
for full a year and more.
Now my Lady Algive and I abode in the house of Oswy my kinsman, a
worthy chapman of the town of Pevensey, and the folk around kenned
nought of us nor of whence we came, believing her to be a widow and I
her maid. For King Edward and Earl Godwin had made fast unto my lady
some small means of livelihood. Thus a whole year passed from the
spring of Sweyn Godwinson's forth-going, and summer was come again. And
one fine day, when my lady and I did walk forth into Pevensey market to
buy us fresh cake-bread, who should come through the market, wending
afoot, but Sweyn's cousin, Earl Beorn of the shifty eyes. He caught
sight of Algive's face beneath her wimple, as she stood by the
cake-seller's booth, and halted beside her, and spake softly, near to
her ear. And when my lady returned to our dwelling, Earl Beorn went
along with her, and there talked with her alone some while.
Often thereafter came he unto my lady Algive at my kinsman's house at
Pevensey--once in the week at the seldomest. What this boded I could
not guess, but ever I misliked this Beorn more and more.
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