So Neot heard, and his face flushed a little, and he looked hard at Thord and smiled curiously, saying:
"In good truth the old warrior is right, and I am foolish to hide here now I am known. Let me go and sit by him."
Then Odda led him to the upper end of the room, and every one rose as he pa.s.sed by. I drew myself nearer to the ealdorman"s place, and made room for him where only the table was between him and Thord, for that bench was full.
So he put his hand on my shoulder and sat down, looking over to Thord, and saying with a quiet smile:
"Thanks for that word in season, friend."
But the old warrior was somewhat ashamed, and did but shift in his seat uneasily.
"Ay, ay," he growled; "I cannot keep my voice quiet."
Neot laughed, and then turned to me and held out his hand for the king"s letter, which I gave him.
He ran his eyes over the writing very quickly, and then said:
"Here is nothing private; shall I read aloud?"
But the thanes fell to talking quickly, and I nodded.
"Alfred the king to his cousin Ra.n.a.ld Vemundsson, greeting. Odda the ealdorman of Devon, and one G.o.dred, have spoken to me of yourself--one telling of help given freely and without question of reward or bargain made, and the other of certain plain words spoken this morning. Now I would fain see you, and since the said G.o.dred seems to doubt if you will come to me, I ask it under my own hand thus. For I have thanks to give both to you and your men, and also would ask you somewhat which it is my hope that you will not refuse me. Therefore, my cousin, I would ask you to come with our ealdorman tomorrow and hear all I would say."
Then Neot said,
"That is all. I think you will not refuse so kindly an invitation.
The writing is the king"s own, and here is his name at the end."
So he showed it me. The letter was better written than the name, as it seemed to me.
"I will take your word for it," I said, laughing as I looked; "but it is a kindly letter, and I will surely come."
"Ay; he has written to you as to an equal," Odda said.
"That is so. Now I would have the good king know that I am not that; I am but a sea king. Maybe he thinks that I shall be a good ally, and makes more of my power than should be. I told G.o.dred the thane as plainly as I could what I was, this morning."
"Why, then," said Neot, smiling, "G.o.dred has told the king, no doubt."
"I hope he has," I answered, "but I doubt it. Nevertheless it is easy to tell the king myself when I see him."
After that we talked about other matters, and it became plain that this Neot was a wonderfully wise man, and, as I thought, a holy one in truth, as they called him. There is that about such an one that cannot be mistaken.
Harek sang for us, and pleased all, and into his song came, as one might suppose, a good deal about the Asir. And then Neot began to ask me a good deal about the old G.o.ds, as he called them. I told him what I knew, which was little enough maybe, and so said that Harek knew all about them, and that he should rather ask him.
He did not care to do that, but asked me plainly if I were a Christian.
"How should I be?" I said. "Odda is the first Christian man I have spoken with, to my knowledge. So, if I were likely to leave my own faith, I have not so much as heard of another."
"So you are no hater of Christians?" he said.
"Surely not. Why should I be? I never thought of the matter."
Then he said:
"Herein you Nors.e.m.e.n are not like the Danes, who hate our faith, and slay our priests because of their hatred."
"More likely because Christian means Saxon to them, or else because you have slain them as heathens. Northmen do not trouble about another nation"s faith so long as their own is not interfered with.
Why should they? Each country has its own ways in this as in other matters."
Thereat Neot was silent, and asked me no more. Hereafter I learned that hatred of race had made the hatred of religion bitter, until the last seemed to be the greatest hatred of all, adding terror and bitterest cruelty to the struggle for mastery.
Presently, before it was very late, Neot rose up and spoke to Odda, bidding him farewell. Then he came to me, and said:
"Tell the king that we have spoken together, and give him this message if you will that I go to my place in Cornwall, and shall be there for a while."
Then he pa.s.sed to Thord, and took his hard hand and said:
"Good are words that come from an honest heart. I have learned a lesson tonight where I thought to have learned none."
"I marvel that you needed to learn that," Thord said gruffly.
"So do I, friend," answered Neot; "but one is apt to go too far in a matter which one has at heart, sometimes before one is aware.
Then is a word in season welcome."
Then he thanked Harek for his songs, and went, the Saxons bowing as he pa.s.sed down the long table with Odda.
"That is a wise man and a holy," said Thord.
"Ay, truly," answered the thane who had told me about him. "I mind when he and Alfred the king were the haughtiest and most overbearing of princes. But when Neot found out that his pride and wrath and strength were getting the mastery in his heart, he thrust himself down there to overcome them. So he grows more saintlike every day, and has wrought a wondrous change in the king himself.
He is the only man to whom Alfred will listen in reproof."
"That is likely," I said, not knowing aught of the holy bishops who were the king"s counsellors; "kings brook little of that sort. But why does he wear yon strange dress?"
"He has taken vows on him, and is a hermit," the thane said; but I did not know what he meant at the time.
It was some Saxon way, I supposed, and cared not to ask more.
So it came to pa.s.s that I met one of the two most wonderful men in England, and I was to see the other on the morrow. Yet I had no thought that I should care to stay in the land, for it seemed certain from what Odda told me that peace would be made, and peace was not my business nor that of my men.
So in a way I was sorry that the war was at an end, seeing that we came for fighting and should have none.
Then came a thought to me that made me laugh at myself. I was glad, after all, that we were not going sword foremost into Exeter town, because of the Lady Thora, who was there. I suppose it would not have been reasonable had I not had that much thought for the brave maiden whom I had helped out of danger once.
Chapter VI. Alfred the King.