(1) “Fair sir”: an ancient style of address, used especially toward those high in rank in Norman times.
Thirteen-year-old Edith laughed merrily enough at her sister’s perplexity, and said gayly as the lad turned questioningly to her:
“Sure, then, beausire, ‘t is plain to see that you are Southron-born and know not the complexion of a Scottish mist. Yet ‘t is even as Mary said. For, as we have told you, the Maiden’s Castle standeth high-placed on the crag in Edwin’s Burgh, and hath many and devious pathways to the lower gate, So when the Red Donald’s men were swarming up the steep, my uncle, the Atheling, did guide us, by ways we knew well, and by twists and turnings that none knew better, straight through Red Donald’s array, and all unseen and unnoted of them, because of the blessed thickness of the gathering mist.”
“And this was YOUR device?” asked the boy, admiringly.
“Ay, but any one might have devised it too,” replied young Edith, modestly. “Sure, ‘t was no great device to use a Scotch mist for our safety, and ‘t were wiser to chance it than stay and be stupidly murdered by Red Donald’s men. And so it was, good Robert, even as Mary did say, that we came forth unharmed, from amidst them and fled here to King William’s court, where we at last are safe.”
“Safe, say you, safe?” exclaimed the lad, impulsively. “Ay, as safe as is a mouse’s nest in a cat’s ear--as safe as is a rabbit in a ferret’s hutch. But that I know you to be a brave and dauntless maid, I should say to you----”
But, ere Edith could know what he would say, their conference was rudely broken in upon. For a royal page, dashing up to the three, with scant courtesy seized the arm of the elder girl, and said hurriedly:
“Haste ye, haste ye, my lady! Our lord king is even now calling for you to come before him in the banquet-hall.”
Edith knew too well the rough manners of those dangerous days. She freed herself from the grasp of the page, and said:
“Nay, that may I not, master page. ‘T is neither safe nor seemly for a maid to show herself in baron’s hall or in king’s banquet-room.”
“Safe and seemly it may not be, but come you must,” said the page, rudely. “The king demands it, and your nay is naught.”
And so, hurried along whether she would or no, while her friend, Robert Fitz Godwine, accompanied her as far as he dared, the young Princess Edith was speedily brought into the presence of the king of England, William H., called, from the color of his hair and from his fiery temper, Rufus, or “the Red.”