"I do not yet know; only, I must speak with Rothada. As you call me friend, seek out Berga her maid without delay. I must see the little maiden soon; else I cannot answer for what may follow. The fiend clutches at my heart."
"I will go, Olvir; though it is no light task."
"Then go and tell all to your grateful king."
"Why reproach me, earl? Is he not my lord? And yet, I risk his good-will to do you favor."
"Forgive me, lad! Faul tears my heart-strings. Go now, and Freya aid you."
"I go, earl. Yet first, a wolf's-hair. You had best lie close this night. In the morning I will bring you one of Deacon Alcuin's robes. With sandals, you can then fare at will about the burg."
"I 'll wear no priestly footgear; but the gown is well thought of. Hasten now. You may yet see her to-night."
CHAPTER XXII
But we in no wise
Might love withstand,