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But just short of that point he stopped, and all motion around her appeared to
noise of a great body of people rousing the echoes with jubilant shouting.
"The King! The King!" could be heard again and again, and after it a burst of
lord?" she implored of Eric of Norway. "Is it the English attacking us? Shall
Norseman reassured her with a hearty laugh. "It is good news.html">news,--great news
it is that they add after the King's name?"
Listening, everyone stood motionless as the babel came nearer with a swiftness
shoe began to tap the earth impatiently. What did it matter what they said?
"Hail to Canute of Denmark!" "Hail to the King of the Danes and--" Again
panting back, tumbling over one another in their efforts to impart the news.
"A messenger.html">messenger.html">messenger!" "A messenger from Oxford--" "From Edric--" "Edmund is--"
lull, the swelling shout reached them for the first time unbroken: "Honor to
snapped in its utterance, the tie that for generations had bound those of his
question with exultant shouts: "Edmund is dead.html">dead! Edmund is dead! Long live
the glade, with the English King standing in its light and the hooded figure
sleeve. An instant she shivered at it; then again her foot stirred with
to be said. Was the Etheling always going to stand as though he were turned to
she saw.html">saw him draw himself together sharply and stride toward the door; and she
passed--and another--and another--now he was on the threshold. Her pulses
the messenger, but quieted again when she saw that the two passed shoulder. All is still licensed under the GNU FDL.
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