round his shoulders, and, instead of a helmet, his coronet was on his
head; but, in contrast with this rich array, over the collar of the
hauberk, was folded the edge of a rough hair shirt, which the Duke
had worn beneath his robes, unknown to all, until his corpse was
disrobed of his blood-stained garments. His face looked full of
calm, solemn peace, as if he had gently fallen asleep, and was only
awaiting the great call to awaken. There was not a single token of
violence visible about him, save that one side of his forehead bore a
deep purple mark, where he had first been struck by the blow of the
oar which had deprived him of sense.

"See you that, my Lord?" said Count Bernard, first breaking the
silence, in a low, deep, stern voice.

Richard had heard little for many hours past save counsels against
the Flemings, and plans of bitter enmity against them; and the sight
of his murdered father, with that look and tone of the old Dane,
fired his spirit, and breaking from his trance of silent awe and
grief, he exclaimed, "I see it, and dearly shall the traitor Fleming
abye it!" Then, encouraged by the applauding looks of the nobles, he
proceeded, feeling like one of the young champions of Fru Astrida's
songs. His cheek was coloured, his eye lighted up, and he lifted his
head, so that the hair fell back from his forehead; he laid his hand
on the hilt of his father's sword, and spoke on in words, perhaps,
suggested by some sage. "Yes, Arnulf of Flanders, know that Duke
William of Normandy shall not rest unavenged! On this good sword I
vow, that, as soon as my arm shall have strength--"

The rest was left unspoken, for a hand was laid on his arm. A
priest, who had hitherto been kneeling near the head of the corpse,