“Yes, yes, I know the Norman faith of old,” returned Louis, uneasily, “but we should scarcely need such wild allies as you propose; the Count of Paris, and Hubert of Senlis may be reckoned on, I suppose.”
“No truer friend to Normandy than gallant and wise old Hugh the White!” said Bernard, “and as to Senlis, he is uncle to the boy, and doubly bound to us.”
“I rejoice to see your confidence,” said Louis. “You shall soon hear from me. In the meantime I must return to gather my force together, and summon my great vassals, and I will, with your leave, brave Normans, take with me my dear young ward. His presence will plead better in his cause than the finest words; moreover, he will grow up in love and friendship with my two boys, and shall be nurtured with them in all good learning and chivalry, nor shall he ever be reminded that he is an orphan while under the care of Queen Gerberge and myself.”
“Let the child come to me, so please you, my Lord the King,” answered Harcourt, bluntly. “I must hold some converse with him, ere I can reply.”
“Go then, Richard,” said Louis, “go to your trusty vassal—happy are you in possessing such a friend; I hope you know his value.”
“Here then, young Sir,” said the Count, in his native tongue, when Richard had crossed from the King’s side, and stood beside him, “what say you to this proposal?”
“The King is very kind,” said Richard. “I am sure he is kind; but I do not like to go from Rouen, or from Dame Astrida.”
“Listen, my Lord,” said the Dane, stooping down and speaking low. “The King is resolved to have you away; he has with him the best of his Franks, and has so taken us at unawares, that though I might yet rescue you from his hands, it would not be without a fierce struggle, wherein you might be harmed, and this castle and town certainly burnt, and wrested from us. A few weeks or months, and we shall have time to draw our force together, so that Normandy need fear no man, and for that time you must tarry with him.”
“Must I—and all alone?”
“No, not alone, not without the most trusty guardian that can be found for you. Friend Eric, what say you?” and he laid his hand on the old Baron’s shoulder. “Yet, I know not; true thou art, as a Norwegian mountain, but I doubt me if thy brains are not too dull to see through the French wiles and disguises, sharp as thou didst show thyself last night.”