Princess. Ah. Come. Sire. Sire, this is myyoung brother, Burgred. He says that the...

Princess. Ah. Come. Sire. Sire, this is myyoung brother, Burgred. He says that the campaignagainst us was no fault of his. Well, I am glad to hear it. Welcome, Burgred, to Wessex. Sire, my sister has told me you are amost generous and forgiving monarch. I throw myself completelyat your mercy. No, no, no. I meant what I said.You are most welcome. Please join us to feast and celebratethe happy future of Mercia. You see, I told you.Come, come