"Friendly and peace-making Sir, dare I so far venture to intrude on the secrets of thy mission as to ask if Godwin demands, among other reasonable items, the head of thy humble servant--not by name indeed, for my name is as yet unknown to him--but as one of the unhappy class called Normans ?" "Had Earl Godwin," returned the nuncius, "thought fit to treat for peace by asking vengeance, he would have chosen another spokesman.

The Earl asks but his own; and thy head is not, I trow, a part of his goods and chattels." "That is comforting," said Mallet.

"Marry, I thank thee, Sir Saxon; and thou speakest like a brave man and an honest.

And if we fall to blows, as I suspect we shall, I should deem it a favour of our Lady the Virgin if she send thee across my way.

Next to a fair friend I love a bold foe." Vebba smiled, for he liked the sentiment, and the tone and air of the young knight pleased his rough mind, despite his prejudices against the stranger.
Encouraged by the smile, Mallet seated himself on the corner of the long table that skirted the room, and with a debonnair gesture invited Vebba to do the same; then looking at him gravely, he resumed: "So frank and courteous thou art, Sir Envoy, that I yet intrude on thee my ignorant and curious questions." "Speak out, Norman." "How comes it, then, that you English so love this Earl Godwin ?--Still more, why think you it right and proper that King Edward should love him too?
It is a question I have often asked, and to which I am not likely in these halls to get answer satisfactory.