But to my question, my gentle Rolf; this London must be rich ?" [51] "Rich enow," answered Rolf, "to coin into armed men, that should stretch from Rouen to Flanders on the one hand, and Paris on the other." "In the veins of Matilda, whom thou wooest for wife," said Fitzosborne, abruptly, "flows the blood of Charlemagne.

God grant his empire to the children she shall bear thee!" The Duke bowed his head, and kissed a relic suspended from his throat.
Farther sign of approval of his counsellor's words he gave not, but after a pause, he said: "When I depart, Rolf, thou wendest back to thy marches.

These Welch are brave and fierce, and shape work enow for thy hands." "Ay, by my halidame! poor sleep by the side of the beehive you have stricken down." "Marry, then," said William, "let the Welch prey on Saxon, Saxon on Welch; let neither win too easily.

Remember our omens to-day, Welch hawk and Saxon bittern, and over their corpses, Duke William's Norway falcon! Now dress we for the complin [52] and the banquet.".