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THE JUSTICE OF EARL ULFKYTEL.
An armed jailor woke me with daylight, bringing me food again, and at first I was dazed, not knowing where I was, so heavy was my sleep.

Yet I knew that I woke to somewhat ill.
"Where am I ?" I asked.
"Under Caistor walls, surely," he said; and I remembered all.
The man looked friendly enough, so that I spoke again to him, asking if the great earl was here, and he said that he was.
"What do men say ?" I asked then.
"That the matter is like to puzzle the earl himself, so that it is hard for a plain man to unriddle.

But I think that half Reedham are here to see justice done you; even if it is naught but Earl Ulfkytel's justice!" And he grinned.
I knew why.

For Ulfkytel was ever a just man, though severe, and his justice was a word with us, though in a strange way enough.