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Is not Sweyn's life wrecked through me?"
Seeing how it was with her, I wrestled not with her resolve, but soothed her crying, and swore to stand or fall by her. In the town of Pevensey I had a friend, a trusty good-wife who had been whilom of Earl G.o.dwin's household, and loved Lord Sweyn as her own bairn. Indeed, I had but now learned of her that Sweyn, with his Danish s.h.i.+ps, hung even then about the sh.o.r.es of Kent. And in his father's lords.h.i.+p of Bosham were some, as I knew, that gave him food and shelter when he willed to set foot on English ground. To one of these I sent, bidding him tell Sweyn the outlaw that I had that for his ear alone which must be said, and quickly. Three days later I found him, Earl G.o.dwin's first-born, within a filthy hovel, wherein must he ever stoop that his head hit not against the thatch.
Straightway I fell on my knees before him, not knowing what I uttered--only saying over and over:
"Lord Sweyn, Lord Sweyn, this must not be!"
And I told to him the guilty bargain made by my Lady Algive with Beorn the Earl, for sake of him, Sweyn G.o.dwinson.
Scarce was my meaning clear ere his fell wrath began to gather like a thunder-storm.
"May he burn in h.e.l.l-fire!" cried Sweyn. "May earth spue forth his body, that he come never to no burial! May the ravens of Odin pick his bones for ever, and each day may the flesh grow upon them anew! The toad! The rat!--Aye, I too have trafficked with Beorn Estrithson of late, and found him kindly and loving enough. Speak for me to the King!
Shall I be inlawed? I do think for a day: and then, if I but yawn at ma.s.s, or smile at a pretty wench by the roadside, they will drive me once more forth!"
Then growing calmer he said:
"Into thy keeping give I Algive. Watch well; and when Beorn would work his wicked will, send me tidings, and I will be with them ere harm can come to that lady."
Honeyed words spake Earl Beorn in King Edward's ear, and within the week was Sweyn G.o.dwinson inlawed, and of the King bidden come and welcome.
On the self-same night my lady bade me wit that the hour of her dread was nigh. Now the King's s.h.i.+ps were out, ready to fight with Baldwin the Flemish Earl, but in the end King Edward willed not to war with Baldwin, so must the seamen to their own homes. It had so befallen that the King had sent for Harold G.o.dwinson to Sandwich, where he was then dwelling. Earl Harold's seamen were of Devon, and would make Dartmouth on the next day, and thus must Earl Beorn be over them in their s.h.i.+p of war, in Harold's stead. At eventide would Earl Harold yield up his command to Beorn his kinsman, in the haven of Pevensey; and at eventide would Beorn have my Lady Algive come to him aboard this s.h.i.+p.
Then I sent a trusty one in haste with these tidings unto Sweyn.
As the sun was setting, my lady, hooded altogether, and leaning upon my arm, went down to the water-side. In a shed, behind heaped-up timber, crouched we hidden, and watched Earl Harold and his household men land from the tall wars.h.i.+p when the shades of night were fast drawing down, and set out for the court of the King. Earl Beorn was left, and four of his men, and they had all eaten and drunken well.
When all was once more still, we crept out, she and I, clomb the ladder that yet hung adown the side, and so aboard the s.h.i.+p of Earl Beorn. In the bows lay the four seamen, heavy with the ale they had drunken: they seemed scarce to mark our going. Now Beorn awaited her astern, in a tent-room strung upon poles and screened on all sides with thick hangings, wherein he had feasted with Harold a little before. At the door of this tent I left her, and ran with all my haste to the s.h.i.+p's side. Beneath my cloak I had carried, so warily, a little lanthorn, whose horn I had shrouded with a sc.r.a.p of thin red silk. This I waved thrice to and fro, for a token to Lord Sweyn without.
In the twinkling of an eye, he came on out of the darkness, ten of his Danish followers in his wake: swiftly and soundlessly they leapt aboard. They took hold on three of Beorn's men ere they could struggle or cry, gagged them, and bound them fast. The fourth saw we not at all at that time.
Swiftly sped Sweyn towards the Earl's tent, the great battle-axe of a viking in his hand, and I beside him. Even fleeter was I, for I forged ahead, and had torn aside the hangings even as he came up with me. Earl Beorn stood within, flushed and lowering: at his feet knelt Algive, her hood wrested away, and the fingers of his right hand clasped in the short golden curls of her hair. Beside him, as though thrust from his way, was a light trestle-board, yet strewn with bread, broken meats, and drinking-horns: upon this board he leant unsteadily with his other hand. Said he thickly, swaying a little:
"By the hammer of Thor, who dare----"
Then Sweyn glided within, and called full softly and sweetly: "Ho, Beorn Estrithson! Here is Sweyn G.o.dwinson!"
"Is it so?" said Beorn. "Is it so indeed? Sweyn the Outlaw! Sweyn the Nithing!" His voice rose in a drunken laugh. "G.o.dwin's son! Sweyn the son of King Canute, and of Gytha the spotless princess."
It was the last hiss of that wicked worm. The Danish war-axe of Sweyn whistled once through the air, and smote Earl Beorn right between the brows, and he fell heavily along the deck, and by his blood was Algive all foully bespattered as she lay.
And Sweyn sang loud and hoa.r.s.e and high; hoa.r.s.e and high and loud sang he:
"Utters the axe: of Sweyn the sea-rover; Lifeless he lies: the wiler of women!
Blood of betrayer: is it not a sight full seemly?
Haro! Haro!
Aie! Haro!
Lo! cries his lord: Weapon unworthy, Lop I thy head leifer, than 'gainst brave and true men bear thee!
Hempen death rather his, that was sib-folk's slanderer.
'Cowards come not: To the halls of the Chosen!
Haro! Haro!..."
But of all that followed I nothing saw nor heard, for a great blow was stricken me behind the head, and black darkness rushed down upon mine eyes and ears.
The blood beat dully against my brow, and my head ached as it would split in twain. I lay on a day-bed, pillowed with down.
On the s.h.i.+p? There had been a s.h.i.+p.... The fourth man! He must have fallen upon me as I stood in the tent-door.
Nay, I was once again within four walls. There were voices of men and women about me. I opened mine eyes. Near-by saw I some that I kenned full well, though they kenned not me, for often had I gazed upon the great ones of the land, since coming into Kent. On a settle over against me sat proud Lady Gytha, Earl G.o.dwin's wife: her grief had made her stony; her eyes were heavy, and her lips a thin, tight streak. Earl Tostig stood before the empty hearth, clanking ever at the golden chain about his neck. At the feet of his mother, upon a stool, sat Harold, holding on his knee the child Haco Sweynson.
"Stirs she yet?" said Lady Gytha.
"Nay, not yet," Tostig answered. I shut mine eyes, for his harsh tones jarred and sickened me.
"Was it Algive?" she said, right mournfully. "Has this woman once again brought my Sweyn to nought?"
"Lady mother," spake Earl Harold, "I was, as ye know, at Dartmouth town, when, at dead of night, came one of my men to me. In a dark wynd, he said, armed men set upon him and held him fast, and one, whose voice seemed the voice of Sweyn, gave into his arms this child, son of Sweyn G.o.dwinson, and bade him take him thence unto me, or be slain where he stood. 'And look thou beneath the shed of Oswald the s.h.i.+pman, by his wharfside,' quoth he that might be Sweyn, 'and there wilt thou behold more which beareth on this matter.' My man and his fellows sought the sheds of Oswald, and lo! bound hand and foot, four seamen of Beorn's s.h.i.+p, which Sweyn my brother sailed out of Pevensey, and the body of Beorn Estrithson our kinsman, mangled fearfully, and eke yon poor soul, whom the men of Beorn call the Lady Algive's woman."
Then I guessed that I was now in the house of Earl G.o.dwin at Dorchester.
"Slain by my son!" moaned Lady Gytha. "Beorn, who won for him the King's forgiveness!"
"Fore G.o.d and His host of hallows!" cried Tostig bitterly. "Heavy is now our shame! Such wantonness knows no end. Outcast of Holy Church was Sweyn G.o.dwinson--and now black murder done on him who had befriended him. Shall the whole house of G.o.dwin fall for the strayings of one?
Were I King----"
"Hold!" Harold thundered. "Never aught underhand did Sweyn, and that thou well wittest, Tostig!"
At this I strove to sit upright on my bed, but could not, and fell back.
"See, she swoons no more," said Lady Gytha, and was at my side, bringing wine in a flask.
Then there broke in upon us G.o.dwin the Earl, with fumbling step, his eyes wild, his grey locks tangled and unkempt.
"Woe worth the day!" he cried aloud unto his lady. "Woe worth the hour wherein he saw the light, this son of thine! Twice outlaw he, and Nithing by the word of the armed Gemot! Foul blows where thanks were owing--that was well done, O Sweyn! No child of mine art thou henceforward. Harold, stand thou in his stead: thine are all the rights of the first-born."
He sank upon a settle, shading his countenance with his hands. Lady Gytha went to him, and her tears began fast to flow. Then came Tostig's whisper, sudden and clear as the cracking of ice:
"What, Harold, so soon? I did think----"
But Harold chode not with him, for the boy Haco whimpered, and he fell to soothing him in most kind wise.
Then, by G.o.d's favour, I rose from my bed, and knelt at the feet of the Earl and his lady, and spake to them of the shameful saying of Beorn, the which had goaded Sweyn G.o.dwinson to smite him to death. In after years, Lord Harold knew, but so softly spake I there that my tale was heard of G.o.dwin and Gytha only, and no word reached the ear of Tostig.
When I had ended, Lady Gytha arose, to pa.s.s from us all into an inner room. And Earl G.o.dwin arose too, and caught her arm as she went.
"Gytha--wife"--said he--"here is it at an end! I am old, I am old, Gytha!"
It was sooth he spake, the once stout Earl. He was an old man from that hour. But Gytha held her head high, and I knew that in her heart she was glad for her son.