"
"I will, indeed, and so second your last appeal that I doubt not to
prevail."
"And my sister--Hugo sent her, as he said, to be educated in the
convent of The Holy Trinity at Caen; convey her my last love, and a
lock of hair as a memento of her only brother. Poor Editha! she
will be alone now. Thou wilt care for her future fortunes; she has
a claim on the lands of Aescendune. Oh, Aescendune!--bright sky,
verdant fields, deep forest glades, pleasant river--thou passest to
Norman hands now."
It was the last moment of weakness.
"May I lie there beside my father?"
"Yes, thou shalt," said Lanfranc.
"After many years," muttered Geoffrey to himself, for he had a
secret, which he concealed from his more scrupulous brother.
Lanfranc rose to depart.
"Commend thyself to God in prayer; then sleep and dream of
Paradise. I will be with thee ere the October dawn."
And Lanfranc departed.
"How dost thou feel, my son?" said Geoffrey.
"Well, but strangely sleepy, as if control were leaving me and my
frame not my own. Was it a strengthening dose thou gavest me?"
"One which will, perchance, save thee. Lie on this bed; now sleep
if thou wilt--thou wilt arise the better for it."
And in a few minutes, all anxiety forgotten, Wilfred slept--slept
heavily.
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