The Baltic, 1026 ADI cannot bemoan my life; blessed as I am, it would be a sin. Grace befell us with the birth of my healthy, squalling second son, Harold. When I think he dwelt within Gytha"s womb when she slew the Norman murderers, I smile in the knowledge that one day he, too, will be a renowned warrior – it is predestined.
In spite of God"s many boons to His servant, I cannot help but think that my best-laid schemes inexplicably go awry. It was the case previously with Thorkell and now with Ulf. And yet my plan started so well. Thorkell disappeared amid total silence and indifference, with Ulf assuming the Regency and guardianship of Harthacnut, with the King"s approval. The stratagem held sound for four years before Ulf ruined it. From afar, it is hard to understand the complications
