add temper and judgment to valour and zeal, to be worthy mate of the
first earl in England. Over my father's corpse I embraced my father's
foe. Between brother and brother shall there not be love, as the best
bequest of the dead?"

"It shall not be my fault, if there be not," answered Tostig, humbled
though chafed. And he summoned his men and returned to his domains.




CHAPTER VII.


Fair, broad, and calm set the sun over the western woodlands. Hilda
stood on the mound, and looked with undazzled eyes on the sinking orb.
Beside her, Edith reclined on the sward, and seemed with idle hand
tracing characters in the air. The girl had grown paler still, since
Harold last parted from her on the same spot, and the same listless
and despondent apathy stamped her smileless lips and her bended head.

"See, child of my heart," said Hilda, addressing Edith, while she
still gazed on the western luminary, "see, the sun goes down to the
far deeps, where Rana and Aegir [136] watch over the worlds of the
sea; but with morning he comes from the halls of the Asas--the golden
gates of the East--and joy comes in his train. And yet then thinkest,
sad child, whose years have scarce passed into woman, that the sun,
once set, never comes back to life. But even while we speak, thy
morning draws near, and the dunness of cloud takes the hues of the
rose!"