At that there went a sound of assent round the Moot, and it seems to me, looking back, that that trial of mine, hard as it was to bear, was yet the beginning of good to all the land, by reason of those words which it taught the bishop to say, and which found an abiding place in the hearts of the honest men who heard; so that in these days of Alfred, our wise king, they have borne fruit.

Then Eanulf signed to my guards, and they led me away and over the brow of the hill, that the Moot might speak its mind on me.  There my guards bade me sit down, and I did so, resting head on hands, and thinking of nought, as it seemed to me, until suddenly rose up hate of Matelgar, and of Eanulf, and of all that great assembly, and of all the world.

There was an earthquake once when I was but a boy, and never could I forget how it was as though all things one had deemed solid and secure had suddenly become treacherous as Severn ooze.  And now it was to me as though an earthquake had shaken my thoughts of men.  For, till that day, never had I found cause to distrust anyone who was friend of mine.  Now could I trust none.

Then rose up in my mind the image of Alswythe, fair, and blue eyed, and brown haired, smiling at me as she was wont.  And I deemed her, too, false, as having tricked me to meet her that this might come upon me.

Well it was that they called me back into the ring to hear my doom, for such thoughts as these will drive a man to madness.  Now must I think for myself again, and meet what must be.  Yet I would look at no man as I went towards the place of my judges, and stood before them with my eyes cast down.  For I was beaten, and cared no more for aught.

Eanulf spoke; but he had no anger in his voice and it seemed as though he repeated the words of others.

“Heregar, son of Herewulf,” he said, “these things have been brought against you by honourable men, and you cannot disprove them—­hardly can you deny them.  They may not be passed over; yet for the sake of your youth, and for the pleading of Ealhstan, our Bishop, your doom shall be lighter than some think fit.  Death it might be; but that shall not pass now on you, or for this.  But Thane you may be no longer, and we do confirm that sentence.  Landless also you must be, as unworthy to hold it.  Outlaw surely must he be who plots against the Head of law.”

He paused a moment, and then said: 

“This, then, is your doom.  Outlawed you are from this day forward, but wolf’s head [ii] you shall not be.  None in all Wessex shalt harbour you or aid you, but none shall you harm, save you harm them.  Go hence from this place and from this land, to some land where no man knows you; and so shall you rest again.”

Now, had I not been blinded with rage and shame, I might have seen that there was mercy in this sentence, and hope also.  For I had seen a man outlawed once, and given a day’s start, like some wild beast, in which to fly from the hand of every man that would seek his life.  But I was to be safe from such harm, and but that I must go hence, I was not to be hounded forth, nor was my shame to be published beyond Wessex.  So that all the other kingdoms lay open and safe to me.