“What turned your mind so far from the old gods that you should be a fit messenger on such a matter to us?”

“I have learned from Alfred and Neot,” I answered, “and I know that I have found what is true.”

Then Guthrum turned to Osmund.

“What say you, jarl? you have been with Alfred also.”

“When Ranald is baptized, I shall be so with him,” the jarl answered simply.

And that was the first word thereof that I had heard from him.

Then an older chief spoke sharply to us.

“What profit do you look to make thereout—­either of you?”

“Certainty of better things both in this life and in that to come,” I answered.

“Ay, so they always say,” the chief growled; “but what place with Alfred in return?”

“It is likely that I shall gain no place with him,” I said.  “Jarl Osmund knows that I do not count on that.”

“Ay,” said Osmund, “I know it.  Nor will any man think that I seek honour at Alfred’s hands.”

Then Guthrum rose up, and spoke gravely and yet very determinedly, as if this was no new matter to him.

“Here, chiefs, are two good and tried warriors who willingly choose Alfred’s faith.  You and I have heard thereof since we were in England; and many a man have we seen die, since we have been here, because he would not give it up.  I mind me of Edmund, the martyred king, whom Ingvar, our great chief, slew, and of Humbert the bishop, and many more lesser folk.  Tell me truly how much you have thought of the Asir in these last years?”

But none answered.  It was with them as with me:  the Asir were not of England.

“One thing,” said Guthrum, “has gone against our taking up the English faith—­we have thought the words of peace have made men cowardly.  Now we know that is not so.  Here is one who withstood Hubba, and round the walls watch Christian men who have beaten us sturdily.”

Then he stayed his words for a little, and his voice sank, and he looked round and added: 

“Moreover, the words of the new faith are good.  I will accept King Alfred’s brotherhood altogether.”

Then one or two more of the younger chiefs spoke, and said that they would do so also; but again the elder warrior spoke fiercely.

“Is this forced on us as part of the peace making?”

“It is not,” I answered.  “It is, as I have said, the wish for brotherhood altogether.”

Then said Guthrum: 

“That is enough.  I do not think that we need be ashamed to be conquered altogether by King Alfred.”

“One more word,” said the old chief.  “Are we to have no hostages?”

“There can be no exchange of hostages,” said Osmund.

“Things are all on the side of the Saxon,” he growled.

“Ay, they are, in more ways than that,” said Guthrum.  “We have no power to say a word.  It is in my mind that we could not have looked for such mildness at the king’s hands.  For there is no denying that we are at his mercy.