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In the course of that winter died good Abbot Brand. Hereward went over to see him, and found him mumbling to himself texts of Isaiah, and confessing the sins of his people.
"Woe to the vineyard that bringeth forth wild grapes. Woe to those that join house to house, and field to field,' -- like us, and the Godwinssons, and every man that could, till we 'stood alone in the land. ' 'Many houses, great and fair, shall be without inhabitants. ' It is all foretold in Holy Writ, Hereward, my son. 'Woe to those who rise early to fill themselves with strong drink, and the tabret and harp are in their feasts; but they regard not the works of the Lord. ' 'Therefore my people are gone into captivity, because they have no knowledge. ' Ah, those Frenchmen have knowledge, and too much of it; while we have brains filled with ale instead of justice. 'Therefore hell hath enlarged herself, and opened her mouth without measure'; and all go down into it, one by one. And dost thou think thou shalt escape, Hereward, thou stout-hearted?"