Harold : the Last of the Saxon Kings — Volume 08 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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under its more mystic influences, being strongly biassed by its
natural courage and ambition, she saw at a glance all the advantages towards securing the throne predestined to Harold, which might be effected by his visit to the Norman court, and she held in too great disdain both the worldly sense and the mystic reveries of the monkish king (for the believer in Odin was naturally incredulous of the visitation of the Christian saints) to attach much weight to his dreary predictions. The short reply she made was therefore not calculated to deter Harold from the expedition in dispute. But she deferred till the following night, and to wisdom more dread than her own, the counsels that should sway his decision. With a strange satisfaction at the thought that he should, at least, test personally the reality of those assumptions of preternatural power which had of late coloured his resolves and oppressed his heart, Harold then took leave of the Vala, who returned mechanically to her employment; and, leading his horse by the reins, lowly continued his musing way towards the green knoll and its heathen ruins. But ere he gained the hillock, and while his thoughtful eyes were bent on the ground, he felt his arm seized tenderly--turned--and beheld Edith's face full of unutterable and anxious love. With that love, indeed, there was blended so much wistfulness, so much fear, that Harold exclaimed: "Soul of my soul, what hath chanced? what affects thee thus?" "Hath no danger befallen thee?" asked Edith falteringly, and gazing on |
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