ALDRED. O good son!
That knowledge made him all the carefuller
To find a means whereby the curse might glance
From thee and England.
HAROLD. Father, we so loved--
ALDRED. The more the love, the mightier is the prayer;
The more the love, the more acceptable
The sacrifice of both your loves to heaven.
No sacrifice to heaven, no help from heaven;
That runs thro' all the faiths of all the world.
And sacrifice there must be, for the king
Is holy, and hath talk'd with God, and seen
A shadowing horror; there are signs in heaven--
HAROLD. Your comet came and went.
ALDRED. And signs on earth!
Knowest thou Senlac hill?
HAROLD. I know all Sussex;
A good entrenchment for a perilous hour!
ALDRED. Pray God that come not suddenly! There is one
Who passing by that hill three nights ago--
He shook so that he scarce could out with it--
Heard, heard--
HAROLD. The wind in his hair?
ALDRED. A ghostly horn
Blowing continually, and faint battle-hymns,
And cries, and clashes, and the groans of men;
And dreadful shadows strove upon the hill,
And dreadful lights crept up from out the marsh--
Corpse-candles gliding over nameless graves--
HAROLD. At Senlac?
ALDRED. Senlac.
EDWARD (_waking_).
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