Shoeard finally survived, but with his physical condition, it is estimated that he will never be able to go to war again. Despite this, Edgar insisted that he be the Lord of Yorkshire, and assured that the Earl of Northumbria and the Bishop of York would never object to the appointment. For Shoeade, the destruction of his body at this age was not a consolation for the appointment of the magistrate, who had always been a warrior in his heart, and in the original history, this English Sein went to Constantinople in the east after the defeat of the Normans, and the great city of "Mikrigad" in the Sagas in the north, became the emperor's Varangian guard, and even conquered a land of "New England" on the other side of the Black Sea. At the moment, he can only relieve all emptiness in his daily affairs, and look forward to adventures in the distance.

The bloody expedition of the English came to an end, and after the spring the king returned home from the Whale Road, with him Robert of Normandy, and behind them, Brittany and Normandy were scarred, and the dawn of peace seemed to have finally descended on Edgar's kingdom. Beyond the bustling London Bridge, Edgar saw the outline of the tower, which had been suspended by the expedition, and for the first time felt a sense of relief.

However, an uninvited guest in Westminster shattered Edgar's illusions, and in a room far from the direction of the church, the king met his sister, Queen Margaret.

"God, why are you here?" Edgar saw his sister in a dark green cloak and suddenly noticed that she was a little fat.

"Won't you explain a few words to yourself first?" Margaret did her best to make a displeased expression, but there was a joy and a special brilliance on her face that could not be erased.

"What the hell is going on?" The King of England had guessed the purpose of her visit, but pretended to be ignorant.

"You're like a kid who loves war games, and you don't care about anyone else." Margaret looked at the scar on her brother's cheek with some distress, and shuddered at the thought of what he had been going through.

"Others?" Edgar smelled something unusual.

"Whose business do you think I'm hiding from the whole Perth court, telling those people I'm going to Dunfermline to pray, and then running all the way back here?" Margaret said a little angrily.

"How much do you know?" The king's tone was a little uneasy.

"Only a little more than you know, but I'm afraid not as much as she does."

Following Margaret's fingers, the king turned his head sharply, and he could already smell the familiar scent of cloves.

A figure dressed in black veils appeared by a side door, and the person in front of him was Madame Glouoch, dressed as a nun.

Edgar's breathing almost stopped, and he seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't say a word, just watching the locks of velvety black hair leak out of his turban, and the slight lifting of his eyelashes was enough to thrill. Margaret seemed to be a little unwell, and she took a few steps away from the two of them before she said, "I'm left here for you two idiots, I need some air." ”

Glou Okh was silent, and finally suddenly said, "Don't blame my brother. ”

Edgar hugged her tightly, sniffing the scent of her hair, and it took a long time for him to calm down, he had countless words to say, countless questions to ask, and he didn't know where to start for a while, only to spit out one sentence: "I'm sorry." Then Glouoch burst into tears.

At this moment another familiar voice came to Edgar's ears, the voice of Queen Emma, and then Margaret was heard outside, "Yes, it has been a month. ”

Edgar didn't understand, his heart was beating as fast as the drumbeat of a march, and Glouoch looked at him and felt a little amused, so he said, "You didn't see that she was pregnant!" ”

As if remembering something again, Glouoch looked sad and did not speak again, but listened to the voices outside getting farther and farther away, and her lover was still digesting the new news.

Edgar suddenly asked, "Our child ......"

The marble-like face froze in an instant, and a pair of eyelashes drooped down, as if hiding from something: "Don't ask, I don't want to talk about that." ”

This panicked performance did not make Edgar ask more questions, and a kind of self-reproach engulfed him.

Suddenly, Glouoch said in a tone of despair: "This is the last time we will see each other, and I have come to say goodbye to you......"

Edgar didn't go on, and she couldn't say any more, for her lips and tongue had been gagged, and a whirling sensation enveloped the two of them.

If anyone had broken into the room at this time, he would have been shocked by what he saw, the King of England and a woman dressed as a nun so close to each other, their exposed bodies a cherry hue, accompanied by a blasphemous sound that made their faces blush and heartbeat. Feeling Edgar's enthusiasm, Glouoch quickly forgot everything, loosened his belt, and his body fell on a piece of fur, like two red and white foxes floating on the surface of the lake*** The waves continue to ripple around.

Glouoch's turban fell to the side, and Edgar, who was covered only with a shawl, stared at his satin-like black hair, and suddenly said, "Give me another glass of wine, let me caress your hair, and I will even plant gems and pearls on the top of your head!" ”

"But so what, this ecstasy is only short-lived, and we are destined to be separated." She replied as she tasted a glass of mead and handed it to Edgar.

"Where is the joy on your face from the first morning we spent together? Now I look at your smile and see only the weary soul and the unchanging sorrow. ”

Glouoch did not answer, as if no words could pry open her locked heart.

"Now we are wanderers in the palace, bell ringers on the towers, clearly in our own homes, but we all yearn for a fate that does not belong to us - how did you push the ladder in the first place, break through the wall of my heart, brutally ravage, and ransack me, and there is nothing left?"

Edgar's tone was pleading with a hint of pleading, as if at last it had softened her heart, and she replied: "For our own sake, for our children, and for the sake of our respective families, don't ask me anything, just end here, I will go into the convent and pray for our children, and for you...... Pray with your queen. With that, she closed her lips again, as determined as a blade, and regarded it as enough to break her bowels.