The pagans ordered King Edmund to renounce God and all that is holy. But even beaten, bound, and bludgeoned, our lord held fast to his faith. Our monarch bid them do their worst, for he would not bend to their will. With their cruel barbs, the heathens martyred him in this place.
The woman disputing with Eivor
Despite the woman's warning, Eivor pulled the arrows out from the chair and claimed them for her own.
Anglo-Saxon Woman:How dare you touch those sacred arrows! You've desecrated a martyr's place! Halt, stranger! Show me those arrows.
Eivor:These are just arrows, plain and simple.
Eivor talked to the woman.
Eivor:Why are you so passionate about these arrows?
Anglo-Saxon Woman:When Father James blessed the late King Edmund, he blessed that holy throne and all upon it.
Eivor:The blessing did not take.
Anglo-Saxon Woman:That depends on your opinion of King Edmund. I wonder... I have studied those arrows, but never dared touch them. But since you plucked them anyway, would you sell them to me?
Eivor:I'm willing to sell, but the King Edmund arrows might be mixed up with my own.
Anglo-Saxon Woman:I've the eye of an archivist, able to sort new from old. The kingdom's history shall be restored. Just sell them all to me.
Eivor sold all her arrows to the woman and was paid 90 silver coins.
Anglo-Saxon Woman:These arrows are the very same that pierced good Saint Edmund. I must study these holy relics! Thank you!
The woman ran off to her study room.
Eivor:If you are as they say, then I will keep them. They may prove of use later.
Anglo-Saxon Woman:I would pay heavy coin for them. I'm a sage, a chronicler of histories. Return to me if you desire riches.
Eivor left the hall, only to change her mind and return later.
