Alfgar the Dane or the Second Chronicle of Aescendune: A Tale of the Days of Edmund IronsideCrake, A. D. (Augustine David)
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Alfgar the Dane or the Second Chronicle of Aescendune: A Tale of the Days of Edmund Ironside
Crake, A. D. (Augustine David)
Great Britain -- History -- Anglo-Saxon period, 449-1066 -- Juvenile fiction
"Let them be sought at once; the heathen will be revelling like fiends
about the country. For the present I think Dorchester and Abingdon
safe. Wallingford, if I may judge by the light over the hills, has
utterly fallen. They were probably taken unawares; and their defences
were never good. Now we must at once to work."
"Prince, you have more experience of war than I; you will be our
commander."
"I accept the post. To tell the truth, it will be a treat for me after
the illness and confinement I have gone through; the thought of the
struggle makes me feel myself again."
And so this strangely constituted man went forth and spoke to the
assembled multitude, who stood passively gazing at the distant
conflagration.
"Now, Englishmen, a few words to you all. We shall have, I hope, to
fight these Danes; and for the honour of our country must even quit
ourselves like men. Why should not the Englishman be a match for the
Dane? ay, more than a match for the cutthroat heathen? Here we stand
on a rock with our defence secure; and here we will live or die in
defence of our women and children. What say you all?"
"We will live or die with you."
"Well said, men. Now, one good hearty cheer; no, stop, I should like
them to be caught in their own traps. I know their plan. If they find
the good people of Dorchester are awake, as the noise shows, they will
swarm all over the neighbourhood like wasps after honey, to plunder
the isolated houses and farms, and carry off all they can; and this
place is too conspicuous--too much of a city on a hill--to be hidden.
Well, we will be ready for them. Now, first of all, we must set our
outposts around to give us due warning of their approach; and then
every man must arm himself as best he can, and let me see what figure
you can all make."
He was interrupted by a childish voice, and saw Herstan's little son,
a boy of twelve years, touching his garment, and looking at him with
unfeigned admiration.
"May I not fight the Danes, Prince?"
"No, you are too young; you must go and take care of your mother and
sisters."
"I don't want to be shut up with the women. I have killed a wolf. I
shot him with my bow in Newenham wood."
"Well, we will see by and by, my brave boy. We shall have work for
all; go and arm with the rest.
"Well, Alfgar?"
"Let my post be near you."
"You will fight in this quarrel, then?"
"Yes; to save Christian blood."
"Then I adopt you as an Englishman--Dane no longer. I know your
courage and coolness, and will employ it where it is wanted. Now, you
know the place; come and place the outposts where they can retire
easily."
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