“No it is not!” cried Torfrida suddenly, as if answering her own unspoken thoughts, and his. “Love is still left. The gallows and the stake cannot take that away.” And she clung closer to her husband’s side, and he again to hers.
They reached the shore, and told their tale to their comrades. Whither now?
“To Well. To the wide mere,” said Hereward.
“But their ships will hunt us out there.”
“We shall need no hunting. We must pick up the men at Cissham. You would not leave them to be murdered, too, as we have left the Ely men?”
No. They would go to Well. And then?
“The Bruneswald, and the merry greenwood,” said Hereward.
“Hey for the merry greenwood!” shouted Leofric the Deacon. And the men, in the sudden delight of finding any place, any purpose, answered with a lusty cheer.
“Brave hearts,” said Hereward. “We will live and die together like Englishmen.”
“We will, we will, Viking.”