Therefore I slept quietly, and all with me.  And as I slept I dreamed.

It seemed that I was standing alone on Brent Hill and from that I could look all over the land of Somerset, as an eagle might look, but being close to everything that I would see.  And I saw all that I had done since I stood there as a prisoner, watching myself curiously in all that I did, and yet knowing all the thoughts that drove me to deed after deed.

And so through the mirk wood till I turned and slew, and armed myself, and tormented my prisoner; then to the collier’s hut, and my talking with the child; then on till I saw the lights of the viking ships and so thereafter bore the war arrow—­everything, till at last I saw myself sleeping under the trees, on the top of this hill of Combwich, and there I thought my dream would surely end; but it did not.

For now out of the shadows came Matelgar and stood beside me and waked me, and he told me that when the tide was out I must be up and doing.  And so he passed.  And the old crone, Gundred, came out of the shadows, and sat on her bundle of sticks and looked at me, and she too bade me be up and doing when the tide was low.  And she looked at the standard that lay beside me, and said, “Aye, a standard; but not yet the Dragon of Wessex”; and so she, too, faded away.

And then came Alswythe, and as she came, it seemed, as I looked, that I stretched my arms to her; but she smiled and said, “Love, when the tide is out, I shall be praying in the abbey for you and your men.”

And then from beside her came Turkil, the little child, smiling also, but hanging to Alswythe’s dress as he said, “Warrior, when the water falls low, my father will call me from the hill, and I will pray for you and for him.”

So these two were gone.  And at that I seemed to see our men lie in Bridgwater, and there was Turkil’s father, the franklin, sleeping with the rest.  But up and down among them went Eanulf the Ealdorman, watching ever.

Then fled I, as it were, to that hill where lay the Danes, and on the road thither I saw Osric and twenty men, looking up at the fires that burnt where the enemy lay.

And then I looked on those fires, and there were no men round them.

One shook me by the shoulder, and my dream went.

It was Dudda, and his eyes were bright in the firelight.

And over Brent the first streaks of dawn were broadening, and the mists were gone.

“Master, master,” he said, “come with me to the roadway.  Something is afoot.”

Then I woke Wulfhere, asking him to wait for me, guarding the standard, and followed my man swiftly to the place where the road cuts the hill.  And there was a knot of the men, standing and listening.

I listened also, and far off towards Cannington I could hear the sound of the tread of many feet, for the morning was still and quiet; and the men said that this was growing nearer.