[A Thane of Wessex by Charles W. Whistler]@TWC D-Link bookA Thane of Wessex CHAPTER XVI 6/10
And true it was that I was afraid of that stately abbess, though not in the same way as one fears a raging madman flying on one. "Pluck up courage," said he, "and go and ask the old dame to let you have speech with your lady; and if she grants it not, I am mistaken, for the lady is not one of her nuns, and there is a guest chamber for such folk as bishop's right-hand men, surely!" That was good counsel, and so I went to the nunnery, trembling first because I was afraid, and next lest I might not see Alswythe. Now that wondrous silver mail of mine was too easily known, and so soon as I got out into the street, the beggar men began to shout and crawl towards me.
And then others looked, and ran, and then more, till there was a crowd of men of the levy pressing round me, stretching hands to pat me and the like. Then one stood in front of me, hands on hips, and stared at me, and all at once he shouted: "Ho, comrades, this is the saint of Cannington hill! I saw him there, and soundly did he rate me for running, even as I deserved." And at that there was a mighty shouting and crowding, so that I could in no wise go on my way, and I began to wax wroth. My back was to the abbey gates, which were closed after me by the porter, and just then I saw some of the men look up over my head and point, and laugh; so I turned round, and there were Eanulf and Osric on the gateway battlements, looking on, as drawn thither by the noise.
And just then Eanulf, laughing, made some sign or speech which I could not hear, to the men, who cheered; and soon they brought a great shield and on that set me, in spite of myself, raising me up shoulder high and saluting me as the man who had gained all the honour and victory.
There must I lie still, lest I should fall and be made to look more foolish yet, and when I sat up, crosslegged thereon, they stopped shouting and stared at me. "Let me down, ye pigs!" said I, very cross, and unmindful of the honour they would do me. "Speak to us, Thane; speak to us," they cried; and one--he who knew me at Cannington after the first fight--added: "Aye, Thane, you made us strong again on the hill the other day-- blaming us rightly.
Praise us now if that may be." Then I cast about for what to say, not being a great hand at speaking, though maybe, when real occasion is, the words have come fast enough. Howbeit, this was in coolness.
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