Harold : the Last of the Saxon Kings — Volume 03 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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is not won, as it behoves us to win it, if one drop of English blood
dye the sword of one English man. Wherefore, with your leave, I will take boat, and land. And unless I have lost in my absence all right here in the hearts of our countrymen, at the first shout from our troops which proclaims that Harold, son of Godwin, is on the soil of our fathers, half yon array of spears and helms pass at once to our side." "And if not, my vain brother?" said Tostig, gnawing his lip with envy. "And if not, I will ride alone into the midst of them, and ask what Englishmen are there who will aim shaft or spear at this breast, never mailed against England!" Godwin placed his hand on Harold's head, and the tears came to those close cold eyes. "Thou knowest by nature what I have learned by art. Go, and prosper. Be it as thou wilt." "He takes thy post, Sweyn--thou art the elder," said Tostig, to the wild form by his side. "There is guilt on my soul, and woe in my heart," answered Sweyn, moodily. "Shall Esau lose his birthright, and Cain retain it?" So saying, he withdrew, and, reclining against the stern of the vessel, leant his face upon the edge of his shield. Harold watched him with deep compassion in his eyes, passed to his side with a quick step, pressed his hand, and whispered, "Peace to the |
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