I would dwell in amity with my neighbours." "Amity!" she cried in scorn.

"You will get none from me.

My brother Aelward will do the parleying." "So be it," he said.

"Be assured I will never cross this water into Galland till you bid me." He turned and rode home, and for a month was busied with the work of his farms.

When he came again it was on a dark day in November, and every runnel of the fens was swollen.