Chapter 12 A RIDE IN OLD ENGLAND.

Ned, the son of Webb, stood still, gazing very earnestly at the King of England.

"I suppose he feels badly about his brother," Ned was thinking. "I would, no matter what he'd been up to. I'm sorry Tostig was killed, anyhow. He was a friend of mine. I didn't see King Harold do any hand to hand fighting, either. I guess he kept back on purpose."