The Rival Heirs; being the Third and Last Chronicle of Aescendune by A. D. (Augustine David) Crake
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fights, fear these puny Frenchmen? They have come in a large fleet;
a fishing boat will be too roomy to take them back; their bones will whiten and enrich the fields of Sussex for generations." "The day after tomorrow!--start again the day after tomorrow, oh, my lord!" said a gentle, pleading voice. "It must be so, my love; but why doubt that the God who has already given us such an earnest of victory will protect us still, and preserve us to each other?" All the charm of the banquet was gone to the devoted wife, but young Wilfred pressed to his father's side. "Thou wilt take me this time, father." "Why, my boy, thou art barely fifteen, not old enough or strong enough yet to cope with men." "But these Normans are hardly men." "I fear me too much for thy tender age." "Oh, father, let me go." "Nay, thy mother needs thy care." "But I must begin some day, and what day better than this? I can fight by thy side." |
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