<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER XXIV. PEACE, AND FAREWELL.">CHAPTER XXIV. PEACE, AND FAREWELL.</SPAN></h2>
<p>Now there was feasting enough, and somewhere they found at a
thane's house a great tent, and they set that up, so that Havelok
and Goldberga might have their own court round them, as it were.
Gladly did Berthun rid himself of war gear and take to his old
trade again. I suppose that the little Tetford valley had never
heard the like sounds of rejoicing before.</p>
<p>Near midnight a man came to me and said that a message had come
to me from the other side, and I rose from the board and went out,
to find Eglaf waiting for me in the moonlight. He was armed, and
his face was wan and tired.</p>
<p>"Come apart, friend," he said; "I have a message from the
king."</p>
<p>"To me?"</p>
<p>"No, to Havelok. But you must hear it first, and then tell him
as you will."</p>
<p>We walked away from the tent and across the hillside for some
way, and then he said without more words, "This is the message that
Alsi sends to Havelok, whose name was Curan. 'Forgive the things
that are past, for many there are that need forgiving. I have no
heir, and it is for myself that I have schemed amiss. In Lincoln
town lies a great treasure, of which Eglaf and I alone know. Give
it, I pray you, to your Danes, that they may harm the land not at
all, and so shall I ward off some of the evil that might come
through me even yet. I think that, after me, you shall be
king.'"</p>
<p>"That is wise of Alsi; but is there no word for Goldberga?"</p>
<p>"Ay, but not by my mouth. I fetched David the priest two hours
ago, and he bears those messages."</p>
<p>"Is there yet more to say?" I asked, for it seemed to me that
there was.</p>
<p>"There is," he answered. "Alsi is dead."</p>
<p>So there was an end of all his schemings, and I will say no more
of them. It was Eglaf's thought that it was not so much his hurts
that had killed the king, but a broken heart because of this
failure. For the second time now I knew that it is true that "old
sin makes new shame."</p>
<p>Now how we told Havelok this, and how Goldberga was somewhat
comforted by the words that David the priest brought her from her
uncle, there is no need to say. But when the news was known in all
the host of Lindsey, there was a great gathering of all in the wide
meadow, and we sat in the camp and wondered what end should be to
the talk. Ragnar had come; but his host was now no great one, for
we had sent word to him of the peace, and there was a great welcome
for him and his men.</p>
<p>The Lindsey thanes did not talk long, and presently some half
dozen of the best of them came to us, and said that with one accord
the gathering would ask that Havelok and Goldberga should reign
over them.</p>
<p>"We will answer for all in the land," they said. "If there are
other thanes who should have had a word in the matter, they are not
here because, knowing more than we, they would not fight for Alsi
in this quarrel. If there is any other man to be thought of, he
cannot go against the word of the host."</p>
<p>"I have my kingdom in Denmark," said Havelok, "and my wife has
hers in Anglia. How should we take this? See, here is Ragnar of
Norwich; he is worthy to be king, if any. Here, too, is the Earl of
Chester, who led you. It will be well to set these two names before
the host."</p>
<p>"The host will have none but Havelok and Goldberga," they
said.</p>
<p>So the long-ago visions came to pass, and in a few days more we
were feasting in the old hall at Lincoln. But before we left the
valley of the battle we laid in mound in all honour those who had
fallen. Seven great mounds we made, at which men wonder and will
wonder while they stand at Tetford. For well fought the Danes of
Goldberga, and well fought the Lindseymen on that day. Yet I think
that those who would fain have lived to see the victory had their
share in it, as they stood in their grim and silent ranks behind
us.</p>
<p>Then was a new crowning of those two, and messages to the
overlord of Lindsey, sent by the thanes, to say that all was
settled on the old lines of peaceful tribute to be paid; and then,
when word and presents came back from him, Goldberga rose up on the
high place where she had been so strangely wedded, and looked down
at the joyous faces of her nobles at the long tables.</p>
<p>"When I was crowned in Denmark," she said, "there was a promise
made me, that when this day came to me in Norfolk I might ask one
boon of all who upheld me. I do not know if I may ask it here and
now, for the promise was made by my husband's people. Yet it is a
matter that is dear to my heart that I shall seek from you all, if
I may."</p>
<p>Then all the hall rang with voices that bade her ask what she
would; and she bowed and flushed red, and hesitated a little. Then
she took heart and spoke.</p>
<p>"It is but this," she said. "Let the poor Christian folk bide in
peace; and if teachers come from the south or from the north
presently who will speak of that faith, bear with them, I pray you,
for they work no harm indeed."</p>
<p>Almost was she weeping as she said this, and her white hands
were clasped tightly before her. But she looked bravely at the
thanes, and waited for the answer, though I think that she feared
what it would be.</p>
<p>But an old thane rose up in his place, smiling, and he answered,
"If you had commanded us this, my queen, it would have been done.
The Christian folk, if there are any, shall have no hurt. I think
that we had forgotten the old days of trouble with them. Yet I hear
that in Kent the new faith, as it seems to us, is being taught, and
that the king looks on it with favour. It may be that here it will
come also. For your sake I will listen if a teacher comes to
me."</p>
<p>The thanes thought little of this boon, and they all answered
that it was freely granted. But they said that it was no boon to
give, and bade her ask somewhat that was better.</p>
<p>"Why then," she said, "if I must ask more, think no more of me
as queen save as that I am the wife of the king. Havelok is your
ruler in good sooth."</p>
<p>That pleased them all well, and they laughed and wished that all
had wives who had no mind to rule.</p>
<p>"Here is word that is going home to my wife," said one to his
neighbour. "If the queen sets the fashion of obedience, it behoves
all good wives to follow her leading."</p>
<p>"Maybe I would let some other than yourself tell the lady that,"
answered the other thane with a great laugh, for he knew that
household and its ruler.</p>
<p>So Goldberga had her will, and then began the long years of
peace and happiness to the kingdoms of which all men know.
Wherefore I think that my story is done. What I have told is
halting maybe, and rough, but it is true. And Goldberga, my sister,
says that it is good. Which is all the praise that I need.</p>
<hr>
<p>So far went Radbard, my friend, and then he would tell no more.
So it is left to me, Wislac the priest, who have written for him,
to finish. He says that everyone knows the rest, and so they do
just now. But in the years to come, when this story is read, men
will want to know more. So it is fit that I should end the story,
telling things that I myself know to be true also.</p>
<p>Sigurd's host went back in the autumn, rich with the treasure of
Alsi the king; and from that time forward no Danish host ever
sought our shores. Wars enough have been in England here, but they
have not harmed us. No host has been suffered to cross the borders
of Lindsey or East Anglia, save in peace, and in the wars of Penda
of Mercia Havelok has taken no part. Yet he has had to fight to
hold his own more than once, but always with victory, for always
the prayers of the few Christians have been with him.</p>
<p>They set Earl Ragnar to hold the southern kingdom for Havelok
and his wife; and presently, when he was left a widower, he wedded
the youngest daughter of Grim, Havelok's foster father. Eglaf was
captain of the Lincoln courtmen or housecarls, whichever the right
name may be among those who speak of them. One name is Danish and
the other English, but they mean the same. As for my good friend
Radbard, he was high sheriff before long, and that he is yet. He
wedded Ragnar's sister the year that Havelok was crowned in
Norwich, which was the next year after the crowning at Lincoln.</p>
<p>Raven went back to the sea, and he will now be in Denmark or
else on the Viking path with Sigurd, for that is what he best
loves. Arngeir bides at Grimsby, high in honour with all, and the
port and town grow greater and more prosperous year by year. Wise
was Grim when he chose to stay in the place where he had chanced to
come, if it were not more than chance that brought him. I suppose
that for all time the ships that are from Grimsby will be free from
all dues in the ports that are Havelok's in the Danish land.
Witlaf, the good old thane, bides in his place yet, and he rejoices
ever that he had a hand in bringing Havelok up. Nor does our king
forget that.</p>
<p>Indeed, I think that he forgets naught but ill done toward him.
Never is a man who has done one little thing for him overlooked, if
he is met by our king after many years, and that is a royal gift
indeed.</p>
<p>I would that all married folk were as are this royal couple of
ours. Never are they happy apart, and never has a word gone awry
between them. If one speaks of Havelok, one must needs think of
Goldberga; and if one says a word of the queen, one means the king
also. Happy in their people and in their wondrous fair children are
they, and that is all that can be wished for them.</p>
<p>There was one thing wanting for long years, that I and Withelm
ever longed for for Havelok -- a thing for which Goldberga prayed
ever. I came to them from Queen Bertha in Kent, when good old David
died; and at that time Havelok was not a Christian, but surely the
most Christian heathen that ever was. I knew that he must come into
the faith at some time; and I, at least, could not find it in my
heart to blame him altogether for holding to the Asir whom his
fathers worshipped. It was in sheer honesty and singleness of heart
that he did so, and I had never skill enough to show him the right.
But Withelm, who has long been a priest of the faith, and shall
surely be our bishop ere long, had more to do with his conversion
than any other.</p>
<p>Yet it did not come until the days when Paulinus came from York
and preached with the fire of the missionary to us all. And then we
saw the mighty warrior go down to the water in the white robe of
the catechumen, and come therefrom with his face shining with a new
and wondrous light.</p>
<p>Then he founded a monastery at Grimsby, that there the men of
the marsh, who had been kind to him in the old days, might find
teachers in all that was good; and there it will surely be after
many a long year, until there is need for its work no more, if such
a time ever comes.</p>
<p>So the land grows Christian fast, and good will be its folk if
they follow the way of king and queen and their brothers.</p>
<p>Now have I finished also, and this is farewell. Look you,
husbands and wives, that you may be said to be like Havelok and
Goldberga; and see, brothers, that you mind the words that Grim
spoke to his sons, and which they heeded so well --</p>
<p>"Bare is back without brother behind it." And that is a true
word, though it was a heathen who spoke it.</p>
<p>THE END.</p>
<p><SPAN name="sdfootnote1sym" href="#sdfootnote1anc">1</SPAN>I have to
thank the Mayor of Grimsby for most kindly furnishing me with an
impression of this ancient seal.</p>
<p><SPAN name="sdfootnote2sym" href="#sdfootnote2anc">2</SPAN>Now
Nishni-Novgorod, from time immemorial the great meetingplace of
north and south, east and west.</p>
<p><SPAN name="sdfootnote3sym" href="#sdfootnote3anc">3</SPAN>The garth
was the fenced and stockaded enclosure round a northern
homestead.</p>
<p><SPAN name="sdfootnote4sym" href="#sdfootnote4anc">4</SPAN>The seax
was the heavy, curved dagger carried by men of all ranks.</p>
<p><SPAN name="sdfootnote5sym" href="#sdfootnote5anc">5</SPAN>The
northern sea god and goddess.</p>
<p><SPAN name="sdfootnote6sym" href="#sdfootnote6anc">6</SPAN>Men drowned
at sea were thought to go to the halls of Pan and Aegir. Ran is
represented as fishing for heroes in time of storm.</p>
<p><SPAN name="sdfootnote7sym" href="#sdfootnote7anc">7</SPAN>The Norns
were the Fates of the northern mythology.</p>
<p><SPAN name="sdfootnote8sym" href="#sdfootnote8anc">8</SPAN>The
"Witanagemot," the representative assembly for the kingdom, whence
our Parliament sprang.</p>
<p><SPAN name="sdfootnote9sym" href="#sdfootnote9anc">9</SPAN>The
greatest term of reproach for a coward.</p>
<p><SPAN name="sdfootnote10sym" href="#sdfootnote10anc">10</SPAN>The gold
ring kept in the Temple of the Asir, on which all oaths must be
sworn.</p>
<p><SPAN name="sdfootnote11sym" href="#sdfootnote11anc">11</SPAN>The
sanctuary of the Asir. Thorsway and Withern in Lincolnshire both
preserve the name in the last and first syllable respectively, both
meaning "Thor's sanctuary."</p>
<p><SPAN name="sdfootnote12sym" href="#sdfootnote12anc">12</SPAN>The
northern equivalent of the Saxon "Folkmote," or general assembly of
the people.</p>
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