Then on the Saturday was the army much stirred against the bishop; because he would not promise them any fee, and forbade that any man should give anything for him.
They were also much drunken; for there was wine brought them from the south. Then took they the bishop, and led him to their hustings, on the eve of the Sunday after Easter, which was the thirteenth before the calends of May;
and there they then shamefully killed him.
They overwhelmed him with bones and horns of oxen; and one of them smote him with an axe-iron on the head; so that he sunk downwards with the blow; and his holy blood fell on the earth, whilst his sacred soul was sent to the realm of God.
The corpse in the morning was carried to London; and the bishops, Ednoth and Elfhun, and the citizens, received him with all honour, and buried him in St. Paul's minster;
where God now showeth this holy martyr's miracles.
When the tribute was paid, and the peace-oaths were sworn, then dispersed the army as widely as it was bef0re collected.
Then submitted to the king five and forty of the ships of the enemy;
and promised him, that they would defend this land, and he should feed and clothe them.
Ends
Errm... not really funny, is it?
1 comment:
not funny for the bishop or his miracles, to be sure
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