Then the nurse came back, quick to hear the sad tone in the voice of her whom she had tended and loved since she was a child.
"Why, my pretty, have you been weeping?" she said. "There was naught in a dream like that to fray you thus."
"Nay, but it has come to me that this place is altogether heathen; and it may have come from the hand of Freya, the false fiend that they worship as a G.o.ddess, so that I may be ready to wed a heathen. Is there no Christian in all this place?"
"There are Welsh folk yet left in the marsh," said the nurse, pondering; "and where there is a Briton there is a Christian, and there, also, will be a hidden priest. But it would be as much as his life is worth to come here, even could we find one."
Then Goldberga said, "Alsi is not altogether heathen. If I asked he would surely grant this."
For she thought that she knew how to gain consent.
"If one can be found, and that is not likely. Well, then, I will ask Berthun, who is good-natured enough, and most likely will not trouble about a Christian coming here; and if so, we need not even ask Alsi."
So she went, not thinking for a moment that there was a priest of the faith to be heard of. Mostly she wanted to hear more of Havelok, but she would honestly do her other errand.
But on her way across the courtyard she met Mord, and he was a great friend of hers.
"Whither now, nurse? They will not let you go out of the palace. They say that there is trouble on hand with those folk that fell on us, and we have to bide in shelter for a day or two."
"Well, I have been down the town this hour, and all is quiet enough. This Alsi is an over-timid man. But I was seeking Berthun with a strange message from the princess, and one that is not over safe here."
"Let me give it then."
"Well, it is nothing more or less than to ask if he can find a Christian priest. Our mistress has had a strange dream, and it is true that it sorely troubles her. So she wants one to whom she may tell it, that it may be read aright. But though I must ask, I do not hope to find one."
"Why," said Mord, "there is not one Christian in all Lindsey."
"I would not say that. When I was first here with Orwenna the queen, before she married Ethelwald, there were some in the marsh; for one day I heard my own tongue spoken there, hunting with my mistress; and so she stayed and talked with these poor folk, though the Welsh they spoke was bad enough. But they were Christians, as they told her in fear and trembling. They have not so much need to fear now."
"Then I can help you," said Mord gladly. "Say nothing to the cook, for I have found old friends who come from far in the marsh, and they will tell me at once if they have heard of any priest. Why, when I think, they know Welsh, and one has called himself by a Welsh name, and you have seen him -- Curan the porter."
"Ay; then do you ask these friends, and tell them that the sooner they can bring a priest the better shall they be rewarded. I would give much to have Goldberga"s mind set at rest."
So Mord said that he would go at once; and glad he was to see Withelm sitting with Berthun,
"Well," said the steward, "I have known Withelm of Grimsby for the last ten years or so, and I do not suppose that it matters if you speak with him."
"Why should it matter if I speak with any one I choose?" asked Mord, somewhat angrily.
"That you must ask the king; for his orders are that the people of the princess have no dealings with outsiders for two days."
"Mighty careful of us is Alsi all of a sudden," said Mord. "I suppose he thinks that someone will stick a seax into some of us in all friendly wise while we are talking."
But Berthun only laughed, and went to where the nurse was beckoning to him. He told her his own thoughts of Havelok, being glad to have a ready hearer.
At once Withelm was able to tell Mord that the old priest who was his friend was in Lincoln at this time by good chance, and that he would surely come to the princess at need. But when they came to talk of when and how, it did not seem all so easy; and Mord went to the nurse to tell her all.
Then they had to speak to Berthun about it, and he was kindly and willing to help; but he said that none might come to speak with the princess without leave from the king. No doubt he would grant it easily, if asked by Goldberga herself.
"I will go and tell her," said the old lady. "Keep your man here till I return."
Now she brought this good news to the princess, and one need not say how she rejoiced. And now a thought had come to her, and she was eager to send a message to Alsi.
"Surely," she thought, "he does but threaten me with the kitchen knave, that he may make me change my will. And, therefore, if I say that I am ready to obey him, he will be pleased; and then time is gained at the least, and it is not possible that he will choose so badly for me after all."
So when the nurse asked her what she would do about getting the priest to her presence, she said, "Go and tell my uncle first that I am willing to obey him in the matter of which we spoke this morning."
"So that was what has troubled you after all, and not the dream? I thought it should not have made all these tear marks," said the nurse quickly. "Now, why did you not tell me? I dare give Alsi a talking to if he needs it."
"Nay, nurse, but it was the dream. My uncle and I did but disagree on somewhat, and maybe I was wrong. By-and-by I will tell you."
"Tell me now, and then I shall know better how to ask for what you need."
But Goldberga could not bring herself to say what Alsi had threatened, and now felt sure that she would hear no more of that. So she told the nurse that she had vowed only to marry a king, and that Alsi had been angry, saying that kings were not so easily found. Also, that he was the man who had to find her a husband.
"That is the best sense that this king ever spoke," said the nurse. "Many a long year might you wait if you had your way thus. You are wise in sending that message. Well, after that I will ask him to let you see the priest, saying, if he is cross-grained, that a talk with him will make your mind even better fitted to obey. Many things like that I can say. We shall have him here presently."
Now, all that seemed very good to both of them, and the nurse went her way. And when she came to Alsi, she gave the message plainly.
"That will save a great deal of trouble," said the king. "Tell her that I am glad to hear it. She says this of her own accord, and not at your advice?"
"She told me before I had heard a word of what the trouble was between you. It was no word of mine."
"I am glad of it. But I will say that I am somewhat surprised."
And that was true, for this message seemed to Alsi to be nothing more or less than that Goldberga would marry his man. When he thought for a moment, however, he saw that it could not be thus; and also, it was plain to him what the poor girl had in her mind. And now he chuckled to think what a weapon he had against her. Nor would he be slow to use it.
Then the nurse said that he need have no surprise, for Goldberga was ever gentle and willing to be led, though sometimes the pride of her race came uppermost for a time. And then she asked if a certain priest of the faith might come and speak with her.
Now, Alsi knew that only one could be meant -- namely, the hermit who bided at Cabourn. He had heard of him often, and would not suffer him to be hurt, for his sister Orwenna had protected him. The heathen English minded him not at all by this time, for he was the best leech in the land, and so useful to them. So Alsi said pleasantly that he was quite willing that the priest should come, deeming that he was at Cabourn, and that it would be a day or two before he would be brought.
So he called the housecarl from outside the door, and when he came he said, "Pa.s.s the word that when one who calls himself David comes and asks for the princess, he is to be admitted to her."
So that was made easy, and the nurse thanked him and withdrew; and when he was alone, Alsi grinned evilly and rubbed his hands.
"Now is East Anglia mine in truth," he said; and with that he bade the housecarl fetch Curan, the cook"s porter, to him. And then he sent one to Ragnar with such a message that he rode out that night and away to Norwich.
CHAPTER XV. THE FORTUNE OF CURAN THE PORTER.
While the nurse told Withelm to fetch the priest when Alsi was in the hall that evening, the housecarl came for Havelok; and much wondering, he followed the man to the king, and presently stood before him and saluted.
"Where did you get that salute?" said Alsi sharply, seeing at once that it was not English; and, indeed, it was that of Gunnar"s courtmen.
"I cannot tell," answered my brother. "It seems to be there when needed."
"Well, it is not that used here. Get the housecarls to teach you better manners."
Then Havelok bowed a little, in token that he would do so; and when Alsi spoke to him next it was in Welsh.