Page 220 of The Evening and the Morning
“Because Wilf’s skull already has a hole. You don’t need two holes in your arse and Wilf doesn’t need two in his head.”
The men laughed, and Gytha shut up.
Ragna said: “Wilf has briefed me on the military situation.” It had been Bada, but this sounded better. “The fighting has been inconclusive so far. Wilwulf wants the army to regroup, rearm, go back and finish the job—but he can’t lead you. So the main task of the court this morning is to appoint a new commander. Wilf did not express a wish, but I assume his brother Wigelm must be the preferred candidate.”
Bada spoke up. “He can’t do it—he can’t ride.”
Ragna pretended ignorance. “Why not?”
Garulf said: “He’s got a sore arsehole.”
The men chuckled.
Bada said: “He has piles—very badly.”
“So he really can’t get on a horse?”
“No.”
“Well,” Ragna said, as if thinking on her feet; “the next choice would have to be Sheriff Den.”
As agreed, Den pretended reluctance. “Perhaps a nobleman would be better, my lady.”
“If the thanes can agree on one of their number...” Ragna said dubiously.
Wynstan stood up from the bench where he had been sitting and stepped forward, making himself the center of attention. “It’s obvious, isn’t it?” he said, spreading his arms in a gesture of appeal and looking around the group.
Ragna’s heart sank. He’s got a plan, she thought, and I didn’t foresee it.
Wynstan said: “The commander should be Wilf’s son.”
Ragna said: “Osbert is two years old!”
“I mean his eldest son, of course.” Wynstan paused, smiling. “Garulf.”
“But Garulf is only—” Ragna stopped, realizing that although she thought of Garulf as a lad he was in fact twenty, with a man’s muscular body and a full beard. He was old enough to lead an army.
Whether he was wise enough was another question.
Wynstan said: “Everyone here knows Garulf to be a brave man!”
There was general agreement. Garulf had always been popular with the men-at-arms. But did they really want him to decide strategy?
Ragna said: “And do we feel that Garulf has the brains to lead the army?”
She probably should not have said it. The question would have come better from one of the thanes, a fighting man. They werepredisposed to scorn anything a woman might say on such a subject. Her intervention shored up support for Garulf.
Bada said: “Garulf is young, but he has the aggressive spirit.”
Ragna saw the men nodding. She tried one more time. “The sheriff is more experienced.”
Wynstan said: “At collecting taxes!”
They all laughed, and Ragna knew she had lost.
Edgar was not used to failure. When it came, it bowled him over.
He had tried to build a bridge across the river at Dreng’s Ferry, but it had proved impossible.
