It is ill for his own land, as it seems to me." "Ay, wife," says Offa.

"But he is in the way, and there is an end thereof." "He is in your hand, and there are those who would say that Heaven itself has set him there.Listen.He hunts with you tomorrow.

Have you never heard of an arrow which went wide of its mark--by mischance ?" Again the eyes of the king flash, but he does not look on the queen.
"Who would deem it mischance ?" he says.

"No man.

And I were dishonoured evermore." "Not your arrow, not yours, but another's--mayhap yonder Frank's.
He is a stranger, and would care naught if reward was great; then afterward he should be made to hold his peace." And at that she smiles evilly.