Harold : the Last of the Saxon Kings — Volume 06 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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the degrees of the Church."
"Hem, not married! that is well; and this Algar, or Elgar, he is not now with the Welch, I hear." "No; sore ill at Chester with wounds and much chafing, for he hath sense to see that his cause is lost. The Norwegian fleet have been scattered over the seas by the Earl's ships, like birds in a storm. The rebel Saxons who joined Gryffyth under Algar have been so beaten, that those who survive have deserted their chief, and Gryffyth himself is penned up in his last defiles, and cannot much longer resist the stout foe, who, by valorous St. Michael, is truly a great captain. As soon as Gryffyth is subdued, Algar will be crushed in his retreat, like a bloated spider in his web; and then England will have rest, unless our liege, as thou hintest, set her to work again." The Norman knight mused a few moments, before he said: "I understand, then, that there is no man in the land who is peer to Harold:--not, I suppose, Tostig his brother?" "Not Tostig, surely, whom nought but Harold's repute keeps a day in his earldom. But of late--for he is brave and skilful in war--he hath done much to command the respect, though he cannot win back the love, of his fierce Northumbrians, for he hath holpen the Earl gallantly in this invasion of Wales, both by sea and by land. But Tostig shines only from his brother's light; and if Gurth were more ambitious, Gurth alone could be Harold's rival." The Norman, much satisfied with the information thus gleaned from the |
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