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Ottilie A. Liljencrantz. The Ward of King Canute
The Ward of King Canute
Table of Contents
Foreword
Chapter I. The Fall of the House of Frode
Chapter II. Randalin, Frode’s Daughter
Chapter III. Where War-dogs Kennel
Chapter IV. When Royal Blood Is Young Blood
Chapter V. Before The King
Chapter VI. The Training of Fridtjof The Page
Chapter VII. The Game of Swords
Chapter VIII. Taken Captive
Chapter IX. The Young Lord of Ivarsdale
Chapter X. As The Norns Decree
Chapter XI. When My Lord Comes Home From War
Chapter XII. The Foreign Page
Chapter XIII. When Might Made Right
Chapter XIV. How The Fates Cheated Randalin
Chapter XV. How Fridtjof Cheated The Jotun
Chapter XVI. The Sword of Speech
Chapter XVII. The Judgment of The Iron Voice
Chapter XVIII. What The Red Cloak Hid
Chapter XIX. The Gift of The Elves
Chapter XX. A Royal Reckoning
Chapter XXI. With The Jotun as Chamberlain
Chapter XXII. How The Lord of Ivarsdale Paid His Debt
Chapter XXIII. A Blood-stained Crown
Chapter XXIV. On The Road to London
Chapter XXV. The King’s Wife
Chapter XXVI. In The Judgment Hall
Chapter XXVII. Pixie-led
Chapter XXVIII. When Love Meets Love
Chapter XXIX. The Ring of The Coiled Snake
Chapter XXX. When The King Takes a Queen
Chapter XXXI. The Twilight of The Gods
Chapter XXXII. In Time’s Morning
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Ottilie A. Liljencrantz
A Romance of the Danish Conquest
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But Randalin’s head was shaking too decidedly, though she was not ungentle in her answering. “I give you thanks, Sister Wynfreda, but such a life is not for me. My nature is such that I do not like the gloomy songs you sing; nor do I care for green things, except to wear in my hair. And it seems to me that I should be spiritless and a coward if I should like such a life. I am no English girl, to tremble and hide under a mean kirtle. I am a Norse maiden, the kinswoman of warriors. I think I should not show much honor to my father and my brother were I to leave them unavenged and sit down here with you. No, I will go to my King and get justice. When he has slain the murderer and given me the castle again, I will come back; and you shall come and live with me, and eat meat instead of herbs, and—”
In her desperation, Sister Wynfreda caught her by the wrists and held her. “My daughter, my daughter, shake off this sleep of your wits, I entreat you! The men you are trusting in are dreams which you have dreamed in the safety of your father’s arms. They among whom you are going are barbarians,—yea, devils! It were even better had you married the son of Leofwine. Think you I know nothing of the Pagans, that you set my words at naught? Who but Danish-men laid low these walls, and slaughtered the holy nuns as lambs are torn by wild beasts? Have I not seen their horrid wickedness? You think a nun a coward? Know you how these scars came on my face? Three times, with my own hands, I pressed a red-hot iron there to destroy the beauty that allured, else had the Pagans dragged me with them. Was I a coward?”
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