Capitolo 55
Decided Hinquar that the unlucky prisoner should die. He was,
accordingly, first taken to a tree and flagellated. Then he was shot to
with arrows, up to that, as the states of account, its body was so full of the
arrows that I/you/they have remained in the meat that you/he/she there is seemed not to be room for
more. During this whole duration Edmund kept on appealing to the name of
Christ, as if finding spiritual shelter and strength in the Savior in
this his/her time of extremity; and even if these sudden exclamation they allowed him,
undoubtedly, the great support and he/she comforts to him, they only served
you irritate to a perfect phrensy of the exasperation his/her implacable pagan
hostile. They kept on shooting arrows in him until him it was dead, and
then they stopped his/her head and it went away, while bringing the head of dissevered
with them. Their object was to prevent its friends to have the
the satisfaction to bury him/it with the body. They brought Them him to that that
they imagined an enough distance, and then it threw away it in a wood
from the way-side, where theirs supposed that could not easily be found.
As I lend, however, as Danish had left the place the affrighted,
friends and followers of Edmund went out, from degrees, from them
retreats and hiding places. They quickly found the dead body of them
sovereign, as it placed, clearly, where the cruel action of his/her murder
you/he/she had been finished. They looked for with mournful and anxious footsteps, here
and there, all around, for the head, up to that for a long time, when they came
in the wood where you/he/she was lying, they felt, as the historian that
record these events testify seriously, a voice that publishes from him,
calling them, and directing their footsteps from the sound. They followed
the voice, and, having recovered that the head from, he/she wants to say of this miraculous
guide, buried him/it to them with the body. [1]
It seems amazing to us that reasonable men so quickly owe
believes such histories as these; but there is, in every century of the world,