Egelric gets a curse for his trouble

“Who is it?” she barked. Her voice had not weakened.
“It is Egelric,” he called through the wooden door.

“Who is it?” she barked. Her voice had not weakened.
“It is Egelric,” he called through the wooden door.

“Good evening, Eadgith,” Brede said.
She turned to him abruptly, startled, and her face flushed. She was holding the enormous lump of a baby that was Haakon in her arms, and the flush of his own skin indicated that he was probably sleeping. Brede was not normally an admirer of babies or of the women who carried them, but for a moment he thought he could see the attraction of possessing such creatures.

“Oh!” Sigefrith cried in surprise when he opened the door to his study, abruptly ending the little song he was humming.
Alred was inside, and Lady Margaret was in his arms. “Ah!” Alred cried in reply.

Egelric smiled nervously at Gunnilda when she opened the door.
“Oh, Egelric.” She gave the same sort of smile in return and stepped back to let him into the kitchen. The smell of good ham hung in the air, and the thin smoke of a beech fire. It smelled like a home in the way the great hall at Nothelm never did.

“Someone is coming,” Harold said, annoyed.
Maud looked down at him and smiled timidly. “Perhaps it is your father.”

Eadgith’s father threw open the door with a draft that fluttered her hair.
“Here’s a handsome surprise for you ladies!” he announced.

Egelric climbed the stairs wearily, counting every scrape-lift-clomp of his hard-soled boots on the stone as he went. He even watched them go, and so he very nearly walked into his lord at the top of the stairs.
“Good morning, Squire.”
When they had arrived at the castle, Leofric and Eadgith had found the King away at Nothelm. Leofric had chosen to ride on to meet him, since, Eadgith thought, he did not want to meet his first wife, and he could have had little to say to her brother, with whom he was still on terms of the coldest politeness.
But Eadgith certainly did not want to be seen riding off to meet the King while leaving her brother behind. Indeed, she had scarcely any reason to expect to meet the King at all, except that she was his cousin, and he would no doubt come to pay her his respects at some point in the next day or two.


Sigefrith pulled open the door abruptly and the giggling girls gave a satisfying shriek of alarm. He and Eirik laughed and stepped inside.
Estrid hopped up from the bed with a wide smile and ran to embrace her brother, but Hilda only sat up and scowled. “Oh, very well done, Sigefrith,” she said in Norse. “If you have awoken Haakon, you may have the fun of getting him to sleep again.”

Sigefrith pulled open the heavy door and saw Cenwulf poking ferociously at the fire—and an otherwise empty hall.
His old friend turned abruptly and held the poker before him like a sword for a moment before he realized who he was seeing. “Sigefrith!” he gasped.
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