Now it was not long after Streone's death that I had a message from Emma the queen to bid me to her wedding with Cnut, that should be completed with all magnificence.

And I went with Thorkel the jarl and Egil, and I could not complain of the welcome I had both from the queen and from Cnut.

I might say much of that wedding, for it was wonderful, but I cared not much for it, except that there I met Elfric the abbot again, and he would have me stay in his house, so that it was most pleasant to be with him, and away from the bustle and mirth of the strangers who were with the king.
But for this wedding Eadward Atheling would not come from Normandy.
Men said that he was likely to gather forces against his new stepfather, but that it would be of no use.

So thought I, for it was a true word that I had heard at Senlac in the hut on Caldbec hill--that Cnut should have the goodwill of all men, even of myself.

For so it was, as one might see written in the faces of the London burghers, who alone of all England had baffled him again and again, and now could not do enough honour to him.