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Page 11
'What for?' said Una.
'On account of your great wisdom and learning,' Puck replied, without a
twinkle.
'Us?' said Una. 'Why, I don't know my Nine Times--not to say it dodging,
and Dan makes the most _awful_ mess of fractions. He can't mean _us_!'
'Una!' Dan called back. 'Sir Richard says he is going to tell what
happened to Weland's sword. He's got it. Isn't it splendid?'
'Nay--nay,' said Sir Richard, dismounting as they reached the Ring, in
the bend of the mill-stream bank. 'It is you that must tell me, for I
hear the youngest child in our England today is as wise as our wisest
clerk.' He slipped the bit out of Swallow's mouth, dropped the ruby-red
reins over his head, and the wise horse moved off to graze.
Sir Richard (they noticed he limped a little) unslung his great sword.
'That's it,' Dan whispered to Una.
'This is the sword that Brother Hugh had from Wayland-Smith,' Sir
Richard said. 'Once he gave it me, but I would not take it; but at the
last it became mine after such a fight as never christened man fought.
See!' He half drew it from its sheath and turned it before them. On
either side just below the handle, where the Runic letters shivered as
though they were alive, were two deep gouges in the dull, deadly steel.
'Now, what Thing made those?' said he. 'I know not, but you, perhaps,
can say.'
'Tell them all the tale, Sir Richard,' said Puck. 'It concerns their
land somewhat.'
'Yes, from the very beginning,' Una pleaded, for the knight's good face
and the smile on it more than ever reminded her of 'Sir Isumbras at the
Ford'.
They settled down to listen, Sir Richard bare-headed to the sunshine,
dandling the sword in both hands, while the grey horse cropped outside
the Ring, and the helmet on the saddle-bow clinged softly each time he
jerked his head.
'From the beginning, then,' Sir Richard said, 'since it concerns your
land, I will tell the tale. When our Duke came out of Normandy to take
his England, great knights (have ye heard?) came and strove hard to
serve the Duke, because he promised them lands here, and small knights
followed the great ones. My folk in Normandy were poor; but a great
knight, Engerrard of the Eagle--Engenulf De Aquila--who was kin to my
father, followed the Earl of Mortain, who followed William the Duke, and
I followed De Aquila. Yes, with thirty men-at-arms out of my father's
house and a new sword, I set out to conquer England three days after I
was made knight. I did not then know that England would conquer me. We
went up to Santlache with the rest--a very great host of us.'
'Does that mean the Battle of Hastings--Ten Sixty-Six?' Una whispered,
and Puck nodded, so as not to interrupt.
'At Santlache, over the hill yonder'--he pointed south-eastward towards
Fairlight--'we found Harold's men. We fought. At the day's end they ran.
My men went with De Aquila's to chase and plunder, and in that chase
Engerrard of the Eagle was slain, and his son Gilbert took his banner
and his men forward. This I did not know till after, for Swallow here
was cut in the flank, so I stayed to wash the wound at a brook by a
thorn. There a single Saxon cried out to me in French, and we fought
together. I should have known his voice, but we fought together. For a
long time neither had any advantage, till by pure ill-fortune his foot
slipped and his sword flew from his hand. Now I had but newly been made
knight, and wished, above all, to be courteous and fameworthy, so I
forbore to strike and bade him get his sword again. "A plague on my
sword," said he. "It has lost me my first fight. You have spared my
life. Take my sword." He held it out to me, but as I stretched my hand
the sword groaned like a stricken man, and I leaped back crying,
"Sorcery!"'
[The children looked at the sword as though it might speak again.]
'Suddenly a clump of Saxons ran out upon me and, seeing a Norman alone,
would have killed me, but my Saxon cried out that I was his prisoner,
and beat them off. Thus, see you, he saved my life. He put me on my
horse and led me through the woods ten long miles to this valley.'
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