"A good youth enough, and with lands enough.

He has never seen a fight, though," and then he turned on me suddenly, putting his hand on mine.

"I could have sworn, lad, that you were fond of the girl.

Tell me if it is so, and Eldred shall go down the wind like a strayed hawk, for all I care." I shook my head, but it came over me for a moment that I wished I might recall the wandering fancies of the winter days in Penhurst--but that passed, and I was lonely in heart.
"Nay, thane, that is not so.

My sword here is all that I love next to my king and Olaf my cousin--and Relf the thane.