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"
I
hope
,
"
said
Athelstane
,
somewhat
moved
by
this
part
of
his
friend
's
discourse
,
"
they
will
not
forget
to
send
us
some
wine
and
refactions
at
noon
--
we
had
scarce
a
breathing-space
allowed
to
break
our
fast
,
and
I
never
have
the
benefit
of
my
food
when
I
eat
immediately
after
dismounting
from
horseback
,
though
the
leeches
recommend
that
practice
.
"
Cedric
went
on
with
his
story
without
noticing
this
interjectional
observation
of
his
friend
.
"
The
envoy
of
Tosti
,
"
he
said
,
"
moved
up
the
hall
,
undismayed
by
the
frowning
countenances
of
all
around
him
,
until
he
made
his
obeisance
before
the
throne
of
King
Harold
.
"
'
What
terms
,
'
he
said
,
'
Lord
King
,
hath
thy
brother
Tosti
to
hope
,
if
he
should
lay
down
his
arms
,
and
crave
peace
at
thy
hands
?
'
"
'
A
brother
's
love
,
'
cried
the
generous
Harold
,
'
and
the
fair
earldom
of
Northumberland
.
'
"
'
But
should
Tosti
accept
these
terms
,
'
continued
the
envoy
,
'
what
lands
shall
be
assigned
to
his
faithful
ally
,
Hardrada
,
King
of
Norway
?
'
"
'
Seven
feet
of
English
ground
,
'
answered
Harold
,
fiercely
,
'
or
,
as
Hardrada
is
said
to
be
a
giant
,
perhaps
we
may
allow
him
twelve
inches
more
.
'
"
The
hall
rung
with
acclamations
,
and
cup
and
horn
was
filled
to
the
Norwegian
,
who
should
be
speedily
in
possession
of
his
English
territory
.
"
"
I
could
have
pledged
him
with
all
my
soul
,
"
said
Athelstane
,
"
for
my
tongue
cleaves
to
my
palate
.
"
"
The
baffled
envoy
,
"
continued
Cedric
,
pursuing
with
animation
his
tale
,
though
it
interested
not
the
listener
,
"
retreated
,
to
carry
to
Tosti
and
his
ally
the
ominous
answer
of
his
injured
brother
.
It
was
then
that
the
distant
towers
of
York
,
and
the
bloody
streams
of
the
Derwent
,
beheld
that
direful
conflict
,
in
which
,
after
displaying
the
most
undaunted
valour
,
the
King
of
Norway
,
and
Tosti
,
both
fell
,
with
ten
thousand
of
their
bravest
followers
.
Who
would
have
thought
that
upon
the
proud
day
when
this
battle
was
won
,
the
very
gale
which
waved
the
Saxon
banners
in
triumph
,
was
filling
the
Norman
sails
,
and
impelling
them
to
the
fatal
shores
of
Sussex
?
--
Who
would
have
thought
that
Harold
,
within
a
few
brief
days
,
would
himself
possess
no
more
of
his
kingdom
,
than
the
share
which
he
allotted
in
his
wrath
to
the
Norwegian
invader
?
--
Who
would
have
thought
that
you
,
noble
Athelstane
--
that
you
,
descended
of
Harold
's
blood
,
and
that
I
,
whose
father
was
not
the
worst
defender
of
the
Saxon
crown
,
should
be
prisoners
to
a
vile
Norman
,
in
the
very
hall
in
which
our
ancestors
held
such
high
festival
?
"
