Egelric tells Alred what he learned
There was a hand on his neck, the fingers curled up underneath his jawbone, tight against his pulse.
“No no—he’s alive!”
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Egelric is alone with a nightmare and a nightjar
“Druze!” Egelric shouted again from his perch on a tree stump.
Belsar looked up at him and whined, wagging his tail encouragingly.
Alwy counts up to seven
“What’s the matter, Gunnie?” Alwy asked anxiously. His wife had been oddly pale and quiet all through breakfast, and now she didn’t even seem capable of clearing the table. He knew she was worried about Egelric, but she looked truly ill now.
“Mmmmph!” she replied, clutching her stomach.
Egelric visits the Queen
“I’m over here, Egelric!” the Queen called brightly from behind a bush.
Egelric walked down the path to where the Queen sat on a bench before her little pond.
Egelric visits the King
“Salve, Egelric,” the King said as Egelric came into the hall. Sigefrith and Caedwulf sat cross-legged on the floor before the fire, Sigefrith with a book in his hands. “We were just practicing our Latin.”
Egelric bowed. “Salvete.”
Egelric has a warning for Alred
“Shhhhh!” Alred cautioned as Egelric came through the door. “My lady is sleeping,” he whispered.
Egelric smiled down at the little five-month baby who lay sleeping in her father’s arms, tinted like a jewel by the summer sunlight that streamed through the green and golden panes of the window.
Egelric wakes
“Has he awoken yet?”
It was his lord’s voice. Egelric opened his eyes and found that the dark behind them had gone. He was in Ethelmund’s house—in Ethelmund’s bed. Ethelmund was there, but before him stood his lord, smiling down at him and shaking his head.
Egelric rides out alone
Egelric held the reins in one hand and leaned over to lay the other on the hilt of the knife he wore in his boot. No, he hadn’t forgotten it. No, it hadn’t disappeared since the last time he looked for it.
He wore his sword on his opposite hip, but he had never learned to use a sword from the back of a horse. He thought he could wield a knife without decapitating his horse.
Iylaine sees Margaret christened
Iylaine yawned. She was already bored. The great window with the picture of Saint Margaret at the feet of the Lord was interesting to look at for a while, but she thought she had looked all she could. And the rest of the chapel was rather bare.
The priest droned on and on in Latin. She hated Latin. Bertie and Dunstan and young Malcolm would talk to each other in Latin if they didn’t want her and Wynnie to understand what they were saying. And then they would look at the girls and laugh. What nuisances the boys were!
Alred asks about Bertie
“Well, old man, come at last to see my humble offering to Margaret of Antioch?” Alred asked proudly.
Egelric was stunned by the beauty of the great window. It was like a picture in one of his lady’s prayer books, only it was as tall as a building and seemed to be made of light and jewels. Indeed, the whole chapel was filled with sapphire and emerald and ruby light.
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