I will say now that in the attack he did have a hand.  Many a long year afterward it all came out in some way.  He dared not give his niece to Griffin openly, but he wished to do so, as then he would have an under-king in East Anglia of his own choosing.  Sorely against the grain with him was it that he should have to give up those fair lands to this girl, who would hold the throne by her own right, and not at all under him.  So he and Griffin had plotted thus, and only Ragnar’s presence had spoilt the plan, though Griffin had tried to save it by holding back.  But I must say also that up to this time none had had aught to say against Alsi as a ruler, though he was over close, and not at all hearty in his ways at home.  But now, for the sake of the kingdom, he had begun to plot; and this plan having come to naught, he must make others, as will be seen.  I do not think that this planning to keep Ethelwald’s kingdom from his daughter was anything fresh to Alsi, but the time for action had come now.

He had made ready by keeping the fair princess far away, and there were none who could speak of her goodness, or, indeed, had heard much of her since she was a child.  Therefore, as men were content enough with him, none would trouble much if the princess came not to the throne, given good reason why she should not do so.  And the very best reason would be that which Alsi had given at the Witan—­if her husband was not fit to be king.

It is possible that Goldberga knew that her marriage would be talked of at this Witan:  but I do not think that she troubled herself much about it, not by any means intending to be married against her will.  I have heard that so ran the will of Ethelwald, that she was to have choice to some extent.  However that may be, with so many thoughts to trouble her she went to rest, and her sleep was not easy until the morning was near, and then came quiet.

But presently, in the grey of the dawn, she woke, and called her old nurse, who was in the chamber with her; and when she came she told her that she had had a strange vision or dream, so real that she did not know which it was.  And what it portended she could not say, for it was wonderful altogether, and surely was good.

“I thought that a voice wakened me, calling me to look on somewhat; and so I rose as I was bidden, and saw before me the most mighty and comeliest man that could be thought of.  Kinglike he was, though he had no crown and was meanly clad, without brooch or bracelet that a king should wear.  But the wonder was that from his mouth came a bright shaft of flame, as it were of a sunbeam, that lighted all the place, and on his shoulder shone a cross of burning light as of red-hot gold, and I knew that it was the mark of a mighty king.

“Then I heard the voice again, and I turned, and saw that it was an angel who spoke to me, and his face was bright and kind.

“‘Fear not, Goldberga,’ he said, ’for this is your husband that shall be.  King’s son and heir is he, as that token of the fiery cross shows.  More, also, it will betoken—­that he shall reign in England and in Denmark, a great king and mighty.  And this you shall see, and with him shall you reign as queen and well-loved lady.’