A Maid at King Alfred's Court: A Story for GirlsMadison, Lucy Foster
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A Maid at King Alfred's Court: A Story for Girls
Madison, Lucy Foster
Alfred, King of England, 849-899 -- Juvenile fiction
Slowly the bishop and the accused approached the altar. They paused as
they reached the iron kettle. All heads were bowed, and each continued
to pray a prayer that the truth might be known, as the bishop with tongs
lifted the stone and dropped it into the water.
There was a hissing, seething sound. The water bubbled and moved
tumultuously as it received the stone. At a sign from the bishop, with
an inaudible prayer, Egwina plunged her bared arm into the water and
lifted therefrom the stone.
A look of intense amazement flitted across her face as she did so. Her
lips parted as if about to speak, but the bishop made the sign of the
cross and she remained silent. Still in dead silence, Denewulf, his own
hands covered by a cloth removed from her hand the stone which he threw
again into the embers. Solemnly he bandaged the arm and sealed it.
“To God belongeth the judgment,” he said in grave tones, and withdrew
from the church with the maiden. The people filed out after them.
For three days was the arm to remain bound up, and if it showed foul on
the third day guilt was assumed; if clear, without suppuration, then
would she be innocent.
“It pains me not, Adiva,” said the maiden doubtfully in answer to the
solicitous inquiries of the dame. “I know not why but no smart of burn
have I felt at all.”
“Why shouldst thou?” demanded the dame. “Art thou not one of God’s own
lambs? Rest thee contented, dear heart, that He meant thee not to
suffer.”
In the presence of the ealdorman, the gerefa Beornwulf, Oswald the
thegn, Edwy, Ælfric, and all others present at the ordeal, the bandage
was removed from the girl’s arm. Clear and white as alabaster, with no
mark of scald or burn upon it, shone the beautiful member.
A cry went up from those who saw it.
“A miracle! A miracle!” they shouted. “One of God’s own virgins is the
maiden!”
CHAPTER XXIII—THE DREAD DECREE
“The maid is innocent,” cried Denewulf the bishop. “By God’s own
judgment is she so pronounced. What then of her accusers? Those who have
perjured themselves, and by testifying falsely risked their soul’s
salvation in so doing? Step forth, ye that have so spoken, and give
cause why ye have done this thing!”
Then did Oswald the thegn step forth.
“I sware to thee, my lord bishop, that unwitting did I wrong the maiden.
I spake only that which I knew when I deposed. The harp was gone. It was
found with the maid. Marry, as I judged so would ye have judged
likewise. Name the were, and it shall be paid! I have said.”
“And well, Oswald, unwitting and unknowing didst thou wrong the maiden.
As thou wilt willingly make amends thou hast atoned thy fault. More thou
canst not do. But the others.”
His brow darkened ominously as Edwy the gleeman came forward. The
ealdorman and gerefa looked hard on the man; now, since Heaven itself
had shown the innocence of Egwina, they were convinced that guile had
been employed.
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