Harold : the Last of the Saxon Kings — Volume 10 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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from the window of the monastery in which he lodged, was gazing
thoughtfully into the streets below, where, with the gay dresses of the thegns and cnehts, blended the grave robes of ecclesiastic and youthful scholar;--for to that illustrious university (pillaged the persecuted by the sons of Canute), Edward had, to his honour, restored the schools,--when Haco entered, and announced to him that a numerous body of thegns and prelates, headed by Alred, Archbishop of York, craved an audience. "Knowest thou the cause, Haco?" The youth's cheek was yet more pale than usual, as he answered slowly: "Hilda's prophecies are ripening into truths." The Earl started, and his old ambition reviving, flushed on his brow, and sparkled from his eye--he checked the joyous emotion, and bade Haco briefly admit the visitors. They came in, two by two,--a body so numerous that they filled the ample chamber; and Harold, as he greeted each, beheld the most powerful lords of the land--the highest dignitaries of the Church-- and, oft and frequent, came old foe by the side or trusty friend. They all paused at the foot of the narrow dais on which Harold stood, and Alred repelled by a gesture his invitation to the foremost to mount the platform. Then Alred began an harangue, simple and earnest. He described briefly the condition of the country; touched with grief and with feeling on the health of the King, and the failure of Cerdic's line. |
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