Part 27 (2/2)

the words came broken and faint ”--are slain, she will be at the mercy of her deadly foes.”

His head fell helplessly down upon his shoulder, and ere the king could make any reply, he saw that he was indeed past hope.

But his dying words had sunk deeply into the heart of Edwy.

”Poor Elfgar! he was right. O Elgiva! Elgiva! this is a sad day for thee.”

”Return then to her, my lord,” said Cynewulf. ”See, they are preparing now to a.s.sault the camp; I can hold it for hours, and if you are not here, I can make good terms with our foes; but, if you stay, you but embarra.s.s us: ride out, my liege.”

”And desert my subjects?”

”They will all acquit you: haste, my lord, haste, before they surround the camp, for your fair queen's sake, or you are lost.”

”Come, my men, we must fly,” said Edwy, sullenly; and he led the way reluctantly to the back of the camp.

The road was partly enc.u.mbered with fugitives, but not wholly, as most of them sought the entrenched camp. Cynewulf accompanied him to the gate, where he stopped to give one last piece of advice.

”Fly, my lord, for Wess.e.x at once; lose no time; the best route will be the Foss Way; they will not suspect that you have taken that direction.

Ride day and night; if you delay anywhere you are lost.”

”Farewell, faithful and wise counsellor. Odin and Thor send that we may meet again;” and Edwy with only a dozen followers rode out at full speed.

The Mercians had not yet reached that side of the camp, which was concealed by woods which were clear of all enemies, and he rode on rapidly.

”What has become of Elfric, my Leofric?” he said to one of his faithful train.

”I fear me he is dead: I saw him fall in the last struggle.”

”Poor Elfric! poor Elfric! then his forebodings have come true; he will never see his father again.”

”It is all fortune and fate, and none can resist his doom, my lord,”

said Leofric.

”But Elfric; yes, I loved Elfric. I would I had never left that fatal field.”

”Think, my lord, of Elgiva.”

”Yes, Elgiva--she is left to me and left all is left. Ride faster, Leofric, I fancy I hear pursuers.”

They had, at Cynewulf's suggestion, taken fresh horses from the reserve, and had little cause to fear pursuit. In an hour they reached the Foss Way and rode along the route described in our former chapter, until, reaching the frontiers of the territory of the old Dobuni, they left the Foss, and rode by the Roman trackway which we have previously described, until they turned into a road which brought them deep into Oxfords.h.i.+re.

Here they were in a territory which had been a debateable land between Mercia and Wess.e.x, where the sympathies of the people were not strongly enlisted on either side and they were comparatively safe.

They pa.s.sed Kirtlington; rested at Oxenford, then rode through Dorchester and Bensington to Reading, whence they struck southward for Winchester, where Edwy rested from his fatigue in the society of Elgiva.

So ended the ill-advised raid into Mercia.

CHAPTER XIX. EARTH TO EARTH, AND DUST TO DUST.

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