A King's Comrade - A Story of Old Hereford by Charles W. (Charles Watts) Whistler
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watched it was plain that the ships would make for the river mouth
and haven. "We will ride down and see more of them," said my cousin. "I only hope--" There he stayed his words; but I saw that his face had grown grave of a sudden, and knew that some heavy thought had crossed his mind. "What?" I asked. "It must be impossible," he said slowly--"and this is between you and me--for it seems foolish. But have you heard of the northern strangers who have harried the Welsh beyond the Severn sea?" I had heard of them, of course, for they traded with the Devon men at times, having settled in towns of their own in Wales beyond the Severn. It was said that they were heathen, worshipping the same gods whom our forefathers had worshipped, and were akin to ourselves, with a tongue not unlike our own at all, and easy to be understood by us. Also they had fought the Welsh, as we had to fight them; but one heard of them only as strangers who had naught to do with us Saxons. "Well, then," my cousin said, "suppose these are more of the northern folk." "If they are, they will have come to trade," I said lightly. "But they will more likely be men from the land across this sea--men from the land of the Franks, such as we saw at Winchester the other |
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