"Go down to such a hostelry," he said to me, "and there ask for what horses you will. Maybe I shall have to follow you for my part in this matter -- that is, if I am not put in the dungeon."
"Faith," I answered, "better had you come with us than run that risk. Alsi is in a bad mood."
He shook his head; and then the people behind him made way, for the king was coming.
"Almost had you forgotten this," he said; "and I think you will want it."
The men with the money were there, and he waved his hand to them. Havelok lifted the princess to her horse without heeding him, and the men set the bags on the pack horses.
"See the bridegroom down the street, you who were his witnesses," the king went on, with a curling lip; "and if you are a wise man, master Berthun, you will not come back again."
Berthun bowed and went into the hail, past the king, and across to his own door, without a word. After him the thronging people closed up, and though I thought that a housecarl would have been sent to see what he was about, this would have made an open talk, and Alsi forbore.
"Let Havelok take your horse, Mord," I whispered to him; "I will tell you why directly."
He nodded, and I told Havelok to mount. Then I helped up the nurse, who wept and muttered to herself; and so we started, Alsi standing on the steps with words of feigned goodspeed as we did so.
But the housecarls and the people shouted with wishes that were real, no doubt thinking that we were bound for the far-off kingdom of the prince who had won Goldberga by service as a kitchen knave in her uncle"s hall for very love of her.
Directly we were outside the gate that leads down the hill, I saw Withelm, who was there waiting for me, and he knew at once what had happened.
He came to my side, and asked only, "Already?"
"Already," I answered; "but it is well. Go to the widow"s straightway, and bring Havelok"s arms to him at the hostelry at the end of the marketplace, where we have to find more horses."
He went at once, and silently we came down the street and to the courtyard of the inn. Some few folk stared at us; but the princess was hardly known here, and she had cast her long, white mantle hoodwise over her head and face, so that one could not tell who she was. So early in the day there were few people in the marketplace either.
Berthun was in the courtyard of the inn, and I was glad to see him, for I did not know what would happen to him. It was likely that Alsi would seek for someone on whom to visit his anger at the way things had gone. But the steward had been warned, and was not one to run any risk.
"I did but go back for a few things that I did not care to leave," he said; and he showed me that he had brought his own horse from the stables, and on it were large saddlebags. No poor man was Berthun after years of service in the palace, where gifts from thane and lady are always ready for the man who has had the care of them. Across the saddle bow also were his mail shirt and arms, and his shield hung with his helm from the peak.
"You see that I must needs cast in my lot with yours, or rather Curan"s," he said, laughing; "but it is in my mind that in the end I shall not be sorry to have done so. I think that I am tired of the fireside, and want adventure for a while."
"Well," I answered, "you are likely to have them, and that shortly, if I am not mistaken; but we shall see. Now about these horses, for we had better get out of Lincoln as soon as we may."
The man he had spoken with was a merchant, who came yearly, and was a friend of his. He had more horses than he meant to keep, as he had here each year; for every one knows that a horse can always be sold in Lincoln, and they were good ones. Then my gold came in well, and I bought three, one for each of us brothers. I daresay that I paid dearly for them, but there was no time for haggling in the way that a horse dealer loves. Out of the way of Alsi we must get, before he bethought him of more crafty devices. And I thought, moreover, that we should be riding towards East Anglia shortly, and it was not everywhere that a steed fit to carry Havelok on a long journey was to be had.
I had bidden him leave all this to me as we came down the hill, and glad he was to do so. Now he had dismounted, and stood by the side of the princess, speaking earnestly to her. It was plain that what he said was pleasant to her also. But we left them apart, as one might suppose.
Now came a warrior into the courtyard, and he bore more arms. It was Withelm, who had borrowed the gear of the widow"s dead husband, that he might be ready for whatever might happen: and it was good to see Havelok"s eyes grow bright as he spied the well-known weapons that his brother had in his arms. He said one word to Goldberga, and then came to us.
"Let me get into war gear at once," he said, laughing in a way that lightened my heart. "I shall not feel that I have shaken off service to Alsi until I have done so."
And then he saw Berthun here for the first time.
"Nay, but here is my master," he added. "And I will say that I owe him much for his kindness."
"Now the kindness shall be on your part, if any was on mine. Take me into your service, I pray you, henceforward."
"Good friend of mine," said Havelok, "naught have I to offer you. And how should one serve me?"
"With heart and hand and head, neither more nor less," answered Berthun. "I have seen you serve, and now will see you command. Let me bide with you, my master, at least, giving you such service as I may."
"Such help as you may, rather. For now we all serve the princess," Havelok said.
And with that Berthun was well content for the time.
"Well, then," said I, "see to Havelok"s arms, while we get the horses ready, for I want Withelm here."
So Havelok and his new man went into the house with his arms, and then I saw Goldberga beckoning to us. It was the first time that I had spoken to her, and I think that I was frightened, if that is what they call the feeling that makes one wish to be elsewhere. But there was nothing to fear in the sweet face that she turned to us.
"Brothers," she said, "Havelok tells me that it was one of you who brought David the priest to me. I do not rightly know yet which is Withelm."
With that she smiled and blushed a little, and I stood, helm in hand, stupidly enough. But my brother was more ready.
"I am Withelm, my princess --" he began.
"Nay; but "sister" it shall be between me and my husband"s brothers. Now, brother Withelm, there is one thing that is next my heart, and in it I know you will help me."
There she wavered for a moment, and then went on bravely.
"Christian am I, and I do not think that we are rightly wedded until the priest has done his part. And to that Havelok agrees most willingly, saying that I must ask you thereof, for he does not know where the old man is now."
"Wedded in the little chapel that is in the thick of Cabourn woods shall you be, for David has gone there already. We can ride and find him before many hours are over, sweet lady of ours."
She thanked him in few words, and with much content.
Then came forth from the house Havelok, in the arms that suited him so well -- golden, shining mail shirt of hard bronze scales, and steel, horned helm, plain and strong, and girt with sword and seax, and with axe and shield slung over shoulder, as n.o.ble a warrior surely as was in all England, ay, or in the Northlands that gave him birth either; and what wonder that the eyes of the princess glowed with a new pride as she looked at her mighty husband?
But Mord almost shouted when he saw him come thus, and to me he said,
"It is Gunnar -- Gunnar, I tell you -- come back from Asgard to help my princess."
"Wait till we get to Grimsby, and Arngeir will make all clear," I said. "Get into your arms, and we will start. All is ready now."
We did not wait for Mord, but mounted and rode out, and the princess looked round at us as she rode first beside Havelok, and said, "Never have I ridden so well attended, as I think."
And from beside me, with broad face from under his helm, Berthun answered for us all, "Never with men so ready to die for you, at least, my mistress."
And that was true.
Half a mile out of the town we rode at a quick trot, and then thundered Mord after us, and his hurry surely meant something. I reined up and waited for him.
"What is the hurry, Mord?" said I.
"Maybe it is nothing, and maybe it is much," he answered; "but Griffin of Chester has gone up to the palace, for I saw him. He has his arm in a sling, and his face looks as if it had been trodden on. Now Alsi will tell him all this, and if we are not followed I am mistaken. He would think nothing of wiping out our party to take the princess, and Alsi will not mind if he does. How shall we give him the slip?"
Withelm rode with his chin over his shoulder, and I beckoned him and told him this. Not long was his quick wit in seeing a way out of what might be a danger.