youâre so patient!â Mitt said.
In spite of his patience, Hobin began to look a little worn by springtime. There were the babies and Mitt to feed. And Milda was still rushing out and âjust happening to seeâ expensive things, though these days it was mostly furniture. Hobin began to talk seriously of moving back to Waywold.
âWe canât do that!â Mitt told Milda in a panic.
âI know. Not after Iâve trained you all these years,â said Milda. âBut heâd stay if only Hadd was gone. Run and catch Siriol.â And she broke a whole bowl of eggs to give Mitt an excuse to go out.
Mitt was lucky enough to catch Siriol just as he was boarding Flower of Holand . Siriol stood on the quayside and thought so long that Mitt wondered whether to suggest he would miss the tide. âAh,â said Siriol. âWell. You better do it this autumn then.â
âThis autumn it is!â Mitt agreed, and the muscles at the back of his legs jumped with excitement. âAnd thank goodness! After three flaming years, I canât wait much longer!â
6
There were great gales that spring. The sea broke the dikes in two places, and even in the harbor, boats blew this way and that and masts snapped. Siriol could not put to sea for a fortnight, and few people in Holand went out much because the wind in the street filled your face with sand and salt until you could barely see. Mitt was kept very busy. The old Earl of the South Dales died, and all the earls of the South began to gather in Holand to invest the new Earl, as the custom was. People asked one another whether Hadd would manage to quarrel with them all or only half of them. Mitt thought Hadd must be determined to. Hobin was busy making and mending guns day and night. The Palace must have bristled with them. Mitt got little chance to look at any earls. He saw one windswept fine person, who looked as if he would very much rather have been indoors, but no one could tell Mitt if he was an earl or not.
âDown with him, anyway!â Mitt muttered, and hurried back indoors.
Then a strange boat was sighted, beyond the shoals, beating her way to the harbor. There was intense excitement. The boat was said to be a Northerner. Mitt could think of nothing else.
âWeâd best settle this for you before you ruin any more bullets,â Hobin said. He and Mitt put on pea jackets against the gale and went out to look, along with most of the rest of Holand.
The ship was wallowing in the great waves outside the harbor wall, black in the yellow stormy light. Though all her canvas was in and she was riding only on the rags of a storm sail, Mitt saw at once that she was indeed a Northerner. She had the square rigging which few ships in the South used these days. People round Mitt shook their heads and said it was daft to go out in this gale with a little square-rigger like that, but then Northmen were all daft. And it was clear the ship was in bad trouble. For some minutes Mitt doubted that she would make the harbor at all. Then she rounded the wall, and it was clear she would be safe.
The harbor was lined with soldiers to meet her. Behind them, a lot of ordinary people had come out with knives and stones. And Mitt watched with the most extraordinary mixed feelings. He was glad the ship was safe. But how dared they! How dared they put into Holand harbor like this! The ship wallowed her waterlogged way to the quayside. When some of the sailors on board saw the soldiers waiting, they dived into the harbor rather than be caught.
âWhat cowards!â he said to Hobin.
âThey havenât a chance, anyway,â said Hobin. âPoor devils.â
The Northmen who stayed on board were taken prisoner as soon as soldiers could jump onto the ship. The crowd hid most of it from Mitt. But he had a glimpse of them being taken uphill to the Palace, a bunch of soaking, draggled fellows with fair hair and brown faces, who all had a