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Kingsley, Charles, 1819-1875

"Hereward, the Last of the English"

He should tell him all about that in St.
Bertin.
Then he rode back to the ship, and round and round her (for the tide by
that time had left her high and dry), and wondered at her long snake-like
lines, and carven stem and stern.
"Tell me about this ship. Let me go on board of her. I have never seen a
ship inland at Mons there; and even here there are only heavy ugly busses,
and little fishing-boats. No. You must be all hungry and tired. We will go
to St. Bertin at once, and you shall be feasted royally. Hearken,
villains!" shouted he to the peasants. "This ship belongs to the fair sir
here,--my guest and friend; and if any man dares to steal from her a stave
or a nail, I will have his thief's hand cut off."
"The ship, fair lord," said Hereward, "is yours, not mine. You should
build twenty more after her pattern, and man them with such lads as these,
and then go down to
'Miklagard and Spanialand,
That lie so far on the lee, O!'
as did your noble uncle before you."
And so they marched inland, after the boy had dismounted one of his men,
and put Hereward on the horse.
"You gentlemen of the sea can ride as well as sail," said the chatelain,
as he remarked with some surprise Hereward's perfect seat and hand.
"We should soon learn to fly likewise," laughed Hereward, "if there were
any booty to be picked up in the clouds there overhead"; and he rode on by
Arnulf's side, as the lad questioned him about the sea, and nothing else.


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