“He will take revenge for all this.”
“Upon whom?”
“Why, upon Dunstan to be sure.”
“But how can he? Dunstan is too powerful for that.”
“Wait and see.”
Such was the general tone of the conversation, from which the sentiments of the community might be inferred.
Elfric went, as he had been bidden to do, at the conclusion of the feast, to seek Edwy, and found him, it is needless to state, in a towering rage.
“Elfric,” he said, “am I a king? or did I dream I was crowned today?”
“You certainly were.”
“And yet these insolent monks have dared to force me from the company of Elgiva to return to that sottish feast, and what is worse, I find they have dared to send her and her mother home under an escort, so that I cannot even apologise to them. As I live, if I am a king I will have revenge.”