Harold : the Last of the Saxon Kings — Volume 03 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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live and die in this merrie England; and it would be pleasant to learn
that I have but to do as Earl Godwin, in order to win love from the English." The stout Vebba looked perplexed; but after stroking his beard thoughtfully, he answered thus: "Though of Kent, and therefore in his earldom, I am not one of Godwin's especial party; for that reason was I chosen his bode. Those who are under him doubtless love a chief liberal to give and strong to protect. The old age of a great leader gathers reverence, as an oak gathers moss. But to me, and those like me, living peaceful at home, shunning courts, and tempting not broils, Godwin the man is not dear-- it is Godwin the thing." "Though I do my best to know your language," said the knight, "ye have phrases that might puzzle King Solomon. What meanest thou by 'Godwin the thing'?" "That which to us Godwin only seems to uphold. We love justice; whatever his offences, Godwin was banished unjustly. We love our laws; Godwin was dishonoured by maintaining them. We love England, and are devoured by strangers; Godwin's cause is England's, and-- stranger, forgive me for not concluding." Then examining the young Norman with a look of rough compassion, he laid his large hand upon the knight's shoulder and whispered: "Take my advice--and fly." |
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