Arab countries -- Fiction; Crusades -- Fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Medieval period, 1066-1485 -- Fiction
She held up her hand and stopped him, saying: “You think this a strange
saying, and so, perhaps, it is; but the matter is also strange, and for
me the case is hard. Remember, all my life is at stake, and I may
desire more time wherein to make my choice, that between two such men
no maiden would find easy. We are all of us still young for marriage,
for which, if God guards our lives, there will be time and to spare.
Also in two years I may learn which of you is in truth the worthier
knight, who to-day both seem so worthy.”
“Then is neither of us more to you than the other?” asked Wulf
outright.
Rosamund turned red, and her bosom heaved as she replied:
“I will not answer that question.”
“And Wulf should not have asked it,” said Godwin. “Brother, I read
Rosamund’s saying thus: Between us she finds not much to choose, or if
she does in her secret heart, out of her kindness—since she is
determined not to marry for a while—she will not suffer us to see it
and thereby bring grief on one of us. So she says, ‘Go forth, you
knights, and do deeds worthy of such a lady, and perchance he who does
the highest deeds shall receive the great reward.’ For my part, I find
this judgment wise and just, and I am content to abide its issue. Nay,
I am even glad of it, since it gives us time and opportunity to show
our sweet cousin here, and all our fellows, the mettle whereof we are
made, and strive to outshine each other in the achievement of great
feats which, as always, we shall attempt side by side.”
“Well spoken,” said Sir Andrew. “And you, Wulf?”
Then Wulf, feeling that Rosamund was watching his face beneath the
shadow of her long eyelashes, answered:
“Before Heaven, I am content also, for whatever may be said against it,
now at least there will be two years of war in which one or both of us
well may fall, and for that while at least no woman can come between
our brotherhood. Uncle, I crave your leave to go serve my liege in
Normandy.”
“And I also,” said Godwin.
“In the spring; in the spring,” replied Sir Andrew hastily; “when King
Henry moves his power. Meanwhile, bide you here in all good fellowship,
for, who knows—much may happen between now and then, and perhaps your
strong arms will be needed as they were not long ago. Moreover, I look
to all three of you to hear no more of this talk of love and marriage,
which, in truth, disturbs my mind and house. For good or ill, the
matter is now settled for two years to come, by which time it is likely
I shall be in my grave and beyond all troubling.
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