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Kingsley, Charles, 1819-1875

"Hereward, the Last of the English"

"
"There was another man had a dream," said Thord, turning from Martin
angrily. "He was standing in the king's ship, and he saw a great witchwife
with a fork and a trough stand on the island. And he saw a fowl on every
ship's stem, a raven, or else an eagle, and he heard the witchwife sing an
evil song."
By this time they were in St. Omer.
Hereward rode straight to the Countess Judith's house. He never had
entered it yet, and was likely to be attacked if he entered it now. But
when the door was opened, he thrust in with so earnest and sad a face that
the servants let him pass, but not without growling and motions as of
getting their weapons.
"I come in peace, my men, I come in peace: this is no time for brawls.
Where is the steward, or one of the Countess's ladies? Tell her, madam,
that Hereward waits her commands, and entreats her, in the name of St.
Mary and all Saints, to vouchsafe him one word in private."
The lady hurried into the bower. The next moment Judith hurried out into
the hall, her fair face blanched, her fair eyes wide with terror.
Hereward fell on his knee.
"What is this? It must be bad news if you bring it."
"Madam, the grave covers all feuds. Earl Tosti was a very valiant hero;
and would to God that we had been friends!"
She did not hear the end of the sentence, but fell back with a shriek into
the women's arms.


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