And at that I laughed.  It was so good to feel that this enemy of mine feared me.  At that laugh—­and it sounded not like my own, even to myself—­the man writhed, and besought me again for mercy.  But I had no mind to kill him, and a thought crossed me.

“Matelgar bade you slay me,” I said, “that I know.  Tell me why he has sought my life and I will spare you.”

“Master,” said the man hastily, “I knew not whom I was to slay.  Matelgar bade me follow Gurth yonder, and smite whom he smote.”

“It would have mattered not—­you would have slain me as well as any other.”

“Nay, master,” the man said earnestly, “that would I not.”

“You lie,” I answered curtly enough; “like master like man.  Tell me what I bade you.”

“Truly I lie not, Heregar,” cried he, “for I love my mistress over well to harm you.”

Now at that mention of Alswythe the blood rushed into my face, for I had held her false with the rest, and this seemed to say otherwise, unless the plot had been hidden from such as this man.  But I would fain learn more of that, for the sake of the hope of a love I had thought true.

“What is your mistress to me?” I asked.  “Ye are all alike.”

I think the man could see well at what I aimed, for he spoke of the Lady Alswythe more freely than he would have dared at other times, nor would I have let him name her lightly.

“Our mistress has gone sadly since the day you were taken, master; even asking me to tell her, if I could, where you were kept, thinking me one of those who guarded you, mayhap.  But I knew not till today what had chanced to you.  Men may know well from such tokens what is amiss.”

Hearing that, my heart lightened within me, for I saw that the man spoke truth.  However, I would not speak more of this to such as he, and I bade him cease his prating, and answer plainly my first question, laying my hand on my seax as if to draw it.

“Gurth could have told you; master,” he cried, “but he is dead.  Matelgar held no counsel with me.  I can but tell you what the talk is among the men.”

“Tell it.”

“Because Matelgar had taken charge, as he said, of your lands while you were away, and knowing well that in your taking he had had some hand, men say it is to get possession thereof; and the women say that, while you were near, the Lady Alswythe would marry no other, so that he had had you removed.”

The first I had guessed by the token of the sword that I had regained.  That last was sweet to hear.

“Go on,” I said.  “How came Matelgar to have power to hold my lands?”

“There came one from the king, after you were taken, giving him papers with a great seal thereon, and these he read aloud in your hall, showing the king’s own hand at the end.  So men bowed thereto, and all your men he drove out if they would not serve him, and few remained.  The rest have taken service elsewhere if they were free.”