Wulfric the Weapon Thane by Charles W. (Charles Watts) Whistler
page 70 of 324 (21%)
page 70 of 324 (21%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
|
the little cliff over which the starving heathen had cast
themselves in their despair, and there, at last, the village, clustering round the little monastery that Dicul, the Irish monk, had founded, and where Wilfrith had first taught. And now, maybe, I must see the roofs that had sheltered him, and heard the first praises of his converts, burnt before my eyes, and that while I myself was siding with the destroyers. Then at last I took Halfden aside and told him my trouble, putting him in mind of the promise he had made me. "Aye," said he, "I knew what made you so silent, and I have but waited for you to speak. Ill should I have thought of you had you not done so. But I have this plan for you. You shall go ashore with the first, and speak to the Saxons to give us ransom, if they have aught, or if any man is foolish enough to bide in the place when we come. Then, if you will, you shall leave us and make your way homeward, there to give messages to my father and yours, and to look for my coming to Reedham shortly. There will I winter with you, and we will sail to Jutland in the spring." Then he looked long at me, and put his arm round my shoulder. "Truly I shall miss you, Wulfric, my brother, yet it is but for a short time." Now I knew not how to thank him, for this plan was all that I could wish. And he would have no delay, but gave me good Saxon arms and helm, and a chain-mail byrnie {x} of the best, such as Saxon or Dane alike would wear, for he had many such, gathered from the |
|


