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Charles W. Whistler Havelok the Dane: A Legend of Old Grimsby and Lincoln

One might think that the king was growing afraid of his own kitchen knave.
“If that is so, there is no more to be said,” answered Havelok. “Yet you will forgive me if I say that I must have this from the lips of the princess herself as well. It may be that her mind will change.”
“That is but fair,” answered Alsi; “and you are a wise man. The mind of a damsel is unsteady, whether she be princess or milkmaid; but have no fear.”
“No man fear I; but I do fear to hurt any lady, and I would not do that.”
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Charles W. Whistler Havelok the Dane: A Legend of Old Grimsby and Lincoln

But now the last lurking doubt was gone, and there was no more delay, for the chiefs crowded with shouts of joy to the high place, and they knelt to Havelok and hailed him as king then and there; and so they led him to the great door of the hall, and the mightiest of them raised him high on a wide shield before all the freemen who waited on the green that is round the jarl’s house, and they cried, “Skoal to Havelok the king!”
And there was in answer the most stirring shout that a man may hear—the shout of a host that hail the one for whom they are content to die.
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Charles W. Whistler Havelok the Dane: A Legend of Old Grimsby and Lincoln

And at last, not seeming to notice this, Alsi answered plainly.
“The Princess Goldberga.”
Then Havelok stared at him in blank wonder for some moments; and Alsi grew red under his gaze, and his eyes were shifty, and would not meet the honest look that was on him.
Then at last said Havelok slowly, and watching the king intently all the while, “What this means I cannot tell. If you speak truth, it is wonderful; and if not, it is unkingly.”
“On my word as a king, truth it is,” said Alsi hastily, for there was that in Havelok’s face that he did not like.
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