Havelok the Dane eBook

Ian Serraillier
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 358 pages of information about Havelok the Dane.

Havelok the Dane eBook

Ian Serraillier
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 358 pages of information about Havelok the Dane.

“Who can talk Danish though his name is Welsh.  That is strange.  Well, you are right about me.  I am Ragnar of Norwich, the earl, as the English for jarl goes.  Now I want to see Alsi the king straightway.”

“That is a matter for the captain,” I said, and I called for him.

Eglaf came out and made a deep reverence when he saw the earl, knowing at once who he was, and as this was just what the earl had said that he did not like, he looked quaintly at me across Eglaf’s broad bent back, so that I had to grin perforce.

All unknowing of which the captain heard the earl’s business, and then told me to see him to the palace gates, and take his horse to the stables when he had dismounted and was in the hands of Berthun.

So I went, and Havelok turned away and went on some errand down the steep street.

This Ragnar was one of whom I had often heard, for he was the governor of all the North folk for Alsi until the Lady Goldberga should take her place.  He was her cousin, being the son of Ethelwald’s sister, who was of course a Dane.  Danish, and from the old country, was his father also, being one of the men who had come over to the court of East Anglia when Ethelwald was made king.

All the way to the door we talked of Denmark, but it was not far.  There Berthun came out and greeted the earl in court fashion, and I thought that I was done with, because the grooms had run to take the great bay horse as they heard the trampling.  But, as it happened, I was wanted.

Ragnar went in, saying to me that he would find me out again presently; and I saw him walk across the great hall to the hearth, and stand there while Berthun went to the king’s presence to tell him of the new arrival.  Then I stood for a minute to look at the horse, for the grooms had had no orders to take him away; and mindful of Eglaf’s word to me, I was going to tell them to do so, and to see it done, when Berthun came hurriedly and called me.

“Master Housecarl,” he said rather breathlessly, “by the king’s order you are to come within the hall and guard the doorway.”

I shouldered my spear and followed him, and as we were out of hearing of the grooms I said that the captain had ordered me to take the horse to the stables.

“I will see to that,” he said.  “Now you are to bide at the door while the king speaks with Earl Ragnar, for there will be none else present.  Let no one pass in without the king’s leave.”

We passed through the great door as he said that, and he closed it after him.  Ragnar was yet standing near the high seat, and turned as he heard the sound, and smiled when he saw me.  Berthun went quickly away through a side entrance, and the hail was empty save for us two.  The midday meal was over an hour since, and the long tables had been cleared away, so that the place seemed desolate to me, as I had only seen it before when I sat with the other men at the cross tables for meals.  It was not so good a hall as was Jarl Sigurd’s in Denmark, for it was not rich with carving and colour as was his, and the arms on the wall were few, and the hangings might have been brighter and better in a king’s place.

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