"What my fate is I know not yet.

What mean you to do if all goes well for Alfred?
Shall you bide in England ?" We had walked apart now, and were looking over all the fair Quantock vale beneath us.

I think there is no fairer lookout in all England: land and river and hills and sea, and beyond the sea the blue mountains of the Welsh coast--ever changing and ever beautiful under sun and cloud and flying shadows.
"I have found the fairest land under the northern sun," I said; "and I have found the best king, as I think.

I shall bide here.

One other thing I have found of which I hardly dare to think, so many are the chances of wartime.