A Prince of Cornwall - A Story of Glastonbury and the West in the Days of Ina of Wessex by Charles W. (Charles Watts) Whistler
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Evan the merchant up till this time.
"Supposing I let you go--What then?" I said. "First of all, I would tell you somewhat for which you will thank me, Thane." "Tell me that first," I said, not altogether believing that he had anything which could be worth my hearing, but with a full mind now to let him go. Plainly, he had some sort of faith in me, or in the worth of what he had to say, for he began eagerly: "Thane, when we took you, it was Owen of Cornwall for whom we waited. We were not minding you at all until we saw that we might hurt him through you." "That I suppose. I know that you laid wait for Owen the prince." "Ay, for you know the Welsh and heard all that we said. But listen, Thane, this is it. Eight of the friends of Morgan had sworn the death of Owen that morning, and it was the leader of them who set us on. He was not there, for he waited on another road." "Were you one of the eight?" "That I am not," he said. "I and my men were but hired, as Morgan was wont to hire us now and then. When we took you methought that it was well for me, for through you I might be inlawed again, even |
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