The court poet sings an obscure ancient poem that seems to tell of a woman's longing for her two lovers, Edwither and Ulf, but each line reveals an atmosphere of riddle. Edgar was so drowsy that he couldn't tell who was the woman's husband and who was her kidnapper, but at the end of this lamentation, he suddenly heard an eerie cry, as if the woman in the poem was pregnant with her lover's child, and the man's heir, but was taken into the dark forest!

Edgar felt a palpitation, a bitter chill that pierced his back, and he was depressed and disgusted, so the king waved the poet away, and then lay down on a piece of deer felt. When Queen Emma saw her husband, he kept it in this position, as if she were in a deep position. The queen hurried forward to pay a visit, but saw that the king's eyes were wide open, and there was not a trace of sickness.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing?" The queen asked with a sigh of relief.

"It's nothing, it's just that it's cold all of a sudden, can you give me a dime of wine?" Edgar whispered.

So Emma filled Edgar with a horn cup, and then gently fed the second half of the cup with the copper cover close to his lips, and the fruity wine entered his stomach, and Edgar seemed to feel some warmth, so he draped the deer felt and straightened up.

"How long have you been in Westminster?" Edgar asked.

"It's been almost eleven months before I know it." The queen replied and wiped the wine for him.

Edgar was silent for a moment, as if sighing, and then suddenly said, "You prepare, let's go together tomorrow." ”

"Where to go?" Queen Emma was a little curious.

"North, I'm going to patrol the eastern coast of Deira, you can also relax." Edgar drank a horn, then lifted a moonlit treasure and placed it in the Queen's palm.

"What is this?" Emma held up the jewel with joy on her face.

"You accidentally broke one of them before, don't break this again." Hearing this, the queen glanced at her husband, this man's face was a little feminine, and she looked a little feminine compared to her brother Philip, but she had never felt more at ease than when she was by his side at this moment, although Philip was more manly in appearance, she always felt that Edgar's strong heart was more worthy of dependence. Emma, though she had only learned of her husband's deeds from the maids she had brought with her from Paris, was able to see her husband's prestige in the usual attitudes of the English nobles at court: the king always seemed to have a convincing ability to be warm as a spring breeze or as agitated as a wave, and though he did not like pompousness, he could always pluck up the courage of the most cowardly, and make the most rebellious willing to obey. Many times the queen saw her husband commanding and suave in the court, and his gestures were full of royal bearing, and any noble lady would be proud of such a husband.

But why does he always show a lonely expression every time he is alone? Queen Emma was not an ignorant girl, she had seen her brother's cold face after countless scenes, as if no amount of pleasure could dissipate the heaviness of her heart, she instinctively noticed that Edgar had many secrets in his heart, and sometimes she would even sneak through the parchment thrown on the table, trying to get a glimpse of his heart between the lines depicting all kinds of magnificent buildings. But she could see nothing but the illusionary towers in the sky and the ornate ornamentation of the round windows, and sometimes she even felt that these belonged only to the world of the king's dreams, and that she had never seen such a vision in the world.

Towards Christmas, Edgar had not yet returned to London, and he and Emma remained in York until a messenger from the south brought information about a rebellion in Normandy.

The new Bishop of York, Woolstein, happened to accompany the king, and he could see from the king's face that something important was happening, so he said: "Your Majesty, do you need to prepare to go south?" ”

Edgar put down the parchment and nodded: "It's something happened in Normandy, King Philip is really not simple." ”

Bishop Woolfstein picked up the piece of paper with the king's nod and read it quickly, Normandy was now in complete chaos, Duke William's men were pinned down in Brittany by the armies of Anjou and Mann, and the rebels were besieging Rouen, and it was believed that Count Robert of Flanders was also preparing to enter Normandy, and it was not known whether he had been invited by King Philip.

Bishop York crossed out: "What do we do now?" ”

Edgar was not overjoyed, but said calmly: "The current situation is unknown, the forces of the four sides of Normandy are complicated, not to mention that it will take time for us to mobilize the militia now, but we can send troops immediately, once we enter Normandy, it is still unknown how the rebels of Bishop Odo will react." I think that for the time being, we will lead the guards south first, and try to contact Philip, and then decide whether to cross the sea or not. ”

Woolfstein, Bishop of York, asked: "If the Duke of Normandy had put down the rebellion before this, would we have missed the opportunity?" ”

"If the Norman rebels can't hold it for even a month, we may not be able to do any good if we go, we can't be the first to join the chaos at this time, Philip hasn't moved yet, what do we have to hurry." Edgar explained simply.

The army of the king and queen was very efficiently prepared for the carriage and horses, and the Earl of Northumbria, Walsioff, sent Hugh Barn to escort the king, and in the cold wind, the English horses and pack horses hunted and hunted the flying scrolls, and the group was ready to go.

Riding from the north, the cloaked knight was quickly restrained by the English, and when he was brought before the king, his appearance was immediately recognized by Edgar.

"Etherstein, why are you here?" The king was amazed.

"Your Majesty, I was sent by Her Majesty Margaret, Queen of Alba, and I have urgent matters to explain to Your Majesty." The English guard spoke very quickly, but his voice was low.

"What's the matter?" Edgar was a little surprised, he couldn't think of his sister in any hurry at this time.

"Your Majesty, this matter is very important, please allow me to tell me privately." Etherstein's tone was very firm, as if he had a chance to confide in him.

The great procession halted, and the king and Etherstein came to the distance of the group, and under an oak tree, the English guard finally told the king what had happened.