A King's Comrade - A Story of Old Hereford by Charles W. (Charles Watts) Whistler
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and I thought he seemed kindly, and, from his way, another chief of
some rank. "I suppose this is your son?" he said to Elfric directly. "My young cousin," answered the thane. "Let him go, I pray you; for he is far from his own folk, and he was in my charge. You may bid him ride home without a word to any man if you will, and he will keep the trust." The warrior shook his head, but smiled. "No, I cannot do that. However, I suppose Thorleif will let you go by and by. If our having you here saves trouble, you may be thankful. We are not here to fight if we can help it." "Why, then," said Elfric, "unbind us, and we will bide here quietly. You may take the word of a thane." "I have always heard that the word of a Saxon is to be relied on," said the old warrior, and gave an order to the guard. Whereon they freed us, and glad I was to stretch my limbs again, while my spirits rose somewhat. The old chief talked with us for a while after that, and made no secret of whence the ships had come. It seemed that they were indeed from Wales, had touched on the south coast of Ireland, and thence had rounded the Land's End, and, growing short of food, had put in here. Also, he told us that they had been "collecting |
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