Abbess. “Oh, not yet! Tell her not yet!” whispered Edith in David’s ear. “Thou little traitress! Wed thy house’s foe, who takes thine uncle’s place? Nay! I will none of thee,” said David, shaking her off roughly; but her uncle threw his arm round her kindly. At that moment a Norman knight spurred up to Henry with some communication that made him look uneasy, and Christina, laying her hand on Edgar’s arm, said: “Brother, we have vaults. Thy troop outnumbers his. The people of good old Wessex are with thee! Now is thy time! Save thy country. Restore the line and laws of Alfred and Edward.” “Thou know’st not what thou wouldst have, Christina,” said Edgar. “One sea of blood wherever a Norman castle rises! I love my people too well to lead them to a fruitless struggle with all the might of Normandy unless I saw better hope than lies before me now! Mind thee, I swore to Duke William that I would withstand neither him nor any son of his whom the English duly hailed. Yet, I will see how it is with this young man,” he added, as she fell back muttering, “Craven! Who ever won throne without blood?” Henry had an anxious face when he turned from his knight, who, no doubt, had told him how completely he was in the Atheling’s power. “Sir Edgar,” he said, “a word with you. Winchester is not far off—nor Porchester—nor my brother William’s Free companies, and his treasure. Normans will scarce see Duke William’s son tampered with, nor bow their heads to the English!” “Belike, Henry of Normandy,” said Edgar, rising above him in his grave majesty. “Yet have I a question or two to put to thee. Thou art a graver, more scholarly man than thy brother, less like to be led away by furies. Have the people of England and Normandy sworn to thee willingly as their King?” “Even so, in the Minster,” Henry began, and would have said more, but Edgar again made his gesture of authority. “Wilt thou grant them the charter of Alfred and Edward, with copies spread throughout the land?” “I will.” “Wilt thou do equal justice between English and Norman?”