At Queen Agatha's funeral, the entire Godwin family was reunited, and Woolfnoth Godwinsen, Earl of Glamorgan, who had returned from Germany with Prince Edmund, became the de facto head of the family.

One of Ulf's two sisters followed Prince Vladimir, while the other wore a veil and appeared with an older red-haired knight.

"Your Majesty, do you want to ......," Volsiov asked in a low voice to the king, recognizing them at a glance.

Edgar waved his hand, still looking unbelievable.

Harold's youngest daughter, Gonhilda, was still very young and could not bear the loneliness of monastic life, and repeatedly and in vain asked the Archbishop of Canterbury for permission to marry, and her appearance at the same time as her lover on such occasions could well be seen as an insult to the bishop himself.

What's more, this lover was once an enemy of the royal family.

The Earl of Woolfstein had already changed color, but in the middle of a circle of relics, it was no longer convenient to shout, he tore off his shawl with all his might, threw it in front of his niece, and then went away in spite of the many nobles in the robes.

Prince Vladimir seemed a little shocked when he saw this scene, and when he saw his wife's cold attitude, he finally resisted the urge to ask - there is no need to get to the bottom of everything, and the secret of a happy marriage lies in this.

The Godwin family drama had apparently fallen into the eyes of those who had a heart, and in fact, many people were no strangers to the red-haired knight, and some of them had even seen the Breton knight in Hastings.

Every family has its own family scandal, and besides, a lover of a high position like Alain Lufus is not an insult to an orphan daughter of the Godwin family, who is indeed a little older, but he can make her a countess at any time as long as the church agrees.

The problem is that Alain Loufus has the blood of the Normandy family in his veins, not to mention that he was the opponent of the King of England twenty years ago, and his father and brother died at the hands of the King, which is not a hatred that can be easily forgotten.

The entanglement of a Count of Brittany with a Godwin inevitably raises suspicions that he has a crush on more than just the warm scent of nephrite from a young woman.

"It's unbelievable, we're just letting the enemy ally in our palace like this!" Vorsioff complained to Hugh Barnes in the recliner.

"Maybe you've forgotten, my lord, the war is over, and the mongrel William is long dead."

"You see, my friend, Godwin's blood is not dead, look at the man Harold's daughters have found for themselves, God! We're literally back in Edward's time. ”

"Prince Vladimir just came to pay tribute to his aunt."

"I'm not worried about this Varangian, I'm talking about the red-haired ram, have you forgotten ......"

"I defeated him twenty years ago, and now I'm lame, but I'm not afraid of a defeated man." "It was I who proposed to Your Majesty to invite Count Alain, and our fleet needs to be resupplied in his port, and this is an opportunity for reconciliation."

"What, you're just crazy!" Walsioff's voice rose unconsciously, and even the withered Queen of Scotland noticed the whispering between the two, and looked at her with a hint of confusion through the white veil.

Hughed Barn did not continue to explain, shaking his head and resuming solemn silence. The king's attitude towards the northern lords was no longer obedient, and a wessex monarch would never really trust the ruler of Northumbria since the descendants of the boneless surrendered, and a northerner making such a suggestion would at least alleviate the king's suspicions about the northerners.

Let's hope that little Guspatrick will pass the test, and if the king thinks that he is not enough to serve the young master, the future north will not be peaceful.

King Edgar had literally forgotten what was happening before his mother, and the night before his mother's death, he had just learned that the child had survived.

Maybe he had just survived, he remembered Glouoch's expression, he had never been so flustered and masterless.

The cruel fact that the attendant in charge of the child did not show up as agreed broke the mother at once, and Madame Glouoch fell ill in bed, leaving him alone to face the double blow.

Not so long ago, he dreamed of conquering the entire Mediterranean, but now he has to bow his head in the face of impermanence, God never forgets to remind him of the finitude of humanity.

During the state mourning, all unnecessary extravagance was curtailed, woollen tapestries from Ghent and Ypres were removed, the stars and zodiac signs of the hall dome were covered, beaver skins and silk were forbidden, but all this frugality was only a façade, and the cost of the liturgy paid to the church alone amounted to four thousand eight hundred pence, in addition to countless alms and donations to ensure that the dead would be spared from excessive purgatory before the final judgment. The size of the poor attending the memorial should increase with the status of the deceased, so the funeral of Queen Agatha immediately emptied all the "official" poor between Bedford and Buckingham: the lame, the widowed, the orphaned and the blind, and the royal family also needed to prepare uniform mourning clothing for them. Like Edward the Confessor, the thrift of kings often obscures the true cost of things.

"Your Excellency, let Lady Gonhilda go to the Queen later, and we will receive the Earl of Alain at Westminster."

With that, Edgar stopped talking, and waited quietly for Mass to begin amid the chanting.

At this moment, a noble lady in a white robe appeared at the door of the auditorium, wearing a veil and a dignified demeanor, reminiscent of the Madonna on the fresco, and at the same time full of innate command, which would not be mistaken for a noble lady who could be abused by her husband at any time.

Edgar turned his head back, his eyes immediately regaining their brilliance, and since his wife was behind him, he resisted the urge to make eye contact with the highland woman at the door, held up a string of his mother's rosary beads, put them in the hands of his sister Margaret, and whispered a few words in her ear naturally.

So, a Scottish maid secretly led Madame Glouoch to the noblewoman closest to the royal family, and the faint scent of cloves reached Edgar's nose, like the herbs of the ancient druids, which made him regain his composure in an instant.

First he had to say goodbye to his mother, the daughter of Yaroslav, Grand Duke of Kiev, the wife of Edward the Exile of Wessex, one of the oldest royal families in all of Europe. Countless nobles from England, Scotland, France, Kiev and the Holy Roman Empire were here to witness the lady's return to God, and this was not the occasion for contemplating worldly things, and countless prayers and chants reminded him.

In the middle of the silvery altar, the bread and wine have been placed, and the red and gold robes wrap the thick black coffin, and when the Mass and farewell are finished, they will be carried to the deep burial chamber of the church.

Rest in peace, Mother, sleep in this blessed palace, and worry no more about the world changing, your race withering, and from now on, all your blood will be guarded by me.

The majestic organ of water pressure awoke from its slumber with a trembling sound, and he recalled his mother's last glance in the syllables of the Gregorian chant, and this memory would eventually fade away, like a seashell left by the tides of the sea, silently sleeping in the sand and decaying.

"At least I made it in time to say goodbye to your mother." The next day, while the whole kingdom was in mourning, Glouohe saw Edgar again, "Perhaps she may comfort our children in heaven for me." ”

"Don't be cranky, now we don't know anything." Edgar replied in a low voice, "I swear to you that as long as I live, I will search all of Europe, and I will find him." ”

"It's my burden, my sin has turned my brother into a wreck, and my children have been reduced to a foreign land."

"The sins we have committed together will be atoned for together."

"Atonement?" A pair of dark eyes stared.

"I'll arrange everything, and until then, you can stay and don't worry about anything else."

Edgar had already thought of a way to soothe his lover, drew a pen from the wooden table, and began to write letters to the Pontifical See.