A Thane of Wessex eBook

Charles Whistler
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 256 pages of information about A Thane of Wessex.

A Thane of Wessex eBook

Charles Whistler
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 256 pages of information about A Thane of Wessex.

There also was Dudda the Collier, clad beyond knowledge by Wislac, holding my helm and sword, and the lay brethren, mail clad for the last time, with the white cross painted on their shields and helms.  Lustily did they join in the chanting.

Osric only was not there, but on Alswythe’s neck and arms shone presently wonderfully-wrought collar and bracelets of gold that he had sent, having had them made from the spoils of that tall viking chief that I had slain.

Then was there feasting, and songs of gleemen, and, better still, that song of Stert fight sung by Alfred the Atheling himself in full hall.  And then had Wislac full excuse for what he did in the king’s presence, for at the end all the hall joined in a mighty Wessex war shout.  And that, said the atheling, was a poet’s greatest praise, to have stirred the hearts of men to forgetfulness of aught but the song.

Now, when we must needs ride away westward, with Wulfhere and Aldhelm for attendants, and the collier and my lay brethren again for guards, the king gave Alswythe a ring, praying her to spare me to him if need should be; and she, half weeping, yet proudly, told him that she would be the first to arm me for his service.  And the queen kissed her, but the atheling said that soon he should see us again, for he would ride with me over the battle-ground, and learn it all, when our hall was ready for a guest.

Then Wislac took leave of us last of all, even as we started, for he said he would have no long leave taking.  Nor did he know if he must not come with Alfred to fight the battle over again.  And we prayed him to do so, for I loved the quaint sayings and cool valour of the broad-shouldered thane.

But Eanulf and Ceorle rode with many of the thanes a mile or more with us on our way from the town, and there, having set us fairly off, left us with hearty good-speeds.  But they left one behind, who joined himself to our little company.  And that was Turkil, clad like myself in silver mail, and on a white pony, but with flame-coloured cloak and scarf.  For that was the atheling’s doing, when he knew that “Grendel’s friend” was to be brought up in our hall, to grow into the stout warrior I had boded him to be.

Now should my story be ended were it a fairy tale, but it is not that.  Well I knew that, happy as I was, the day must come when I must bear forward to battle the golden dragon banner of Wessex, and I cannot rightly tell if I dreaded or longed for that day.  Maybe there was a mixture of both dread and longing in my thoughts thereof.

But when we came over Brent Knoll, on our way back to my place and Alswythe’s at Cannington, there lay the black ships under the holms yet, and there, too, were the burnt walls of our houses, though these were rising up again as the king’s men wrought at them.  And all the land lay waste and neglected, and, as we rode over Cannington hill, a broken helm rolled from my horse’s hoof from among the grass of the roadside.  Those things brought back to us the memory of war and trouble even in our new happiness; and there, over the river, was the new-made mound over Elgar, the man who had died for his land, and not in vain.

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