And he knew it.
"Good morrow, forsooth," he said, in a terrible, dull voice; "and I would from my heart that so it may be.

Tell me, thanes, is aught wrong here?
It seems that all is quiet.

Mayhap I have but dreamed of ill--dreamed, I say, for it could be nowise else.

I had an evil dream.

I thought that Ethelbert, my guest and son to be, was harmed." He looked from one of us to the other, and our faces spoke to him, though we could find no words.