Harold : the Last of the Saxon Kings — Volume 05 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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calm, that I predict without fear that he will be warrior of fame, for
the mildest in hall are ever the boldest in field. But Gurth hath not the deep wit of these tangled times; and Leofwine is too light, and Tostig too fierce. So wife mine, of these our six sons, Harold alone, dauntless as Tostig, mild as Gurth, hath his father's thoughtful brain. And, if the King remains as aloof as now from his royal kinsman, Edward the Atheling, who"--the Earl hesitated and looked round--"who so near to the throne when I am no more, as Harold, the joy of the ceorls, and the pride of the thegns?--he whose tongue never falters in the Witan, and whose arm never yet hath known defeat in the field?" Githa's heart swelled, and her cheek grew flushed. "But what I fear the most," resumed the Earl, "is, not the enemy without, but the jealousy within. By the side of Harold stands Tostig, rapacious to grasp, but impotent to hold--able to ruin, strengthless to save." "Nay, Godwin, my lord, thou wrongest our handsome son." "Wife, wife," said the Earl, stamping his foot, "hear me and obey me; for my words on earth may be few, and while thou gainsayest me the blood mounts to my brain, and my eyes see through a cloud." "Forgive me, sweet lord," said Githa, humbly. "Mickle and sore it repents me that in their youth I spared not the time from my worldly ambition to watch over the hearts of my sons; and thou wert too proud of the surface without, to look well to the |
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